In the meeting room, Price, Soap, Gaz, Laswell and Ghost are discussing an upcoming undercover mission to get the chance to finally eliminate Makarov. They need someone who will get his attention in a crowded bar.

Price: “We’ve got an undercover mission and we’ll need a young woman… I’m sorry Laswell but you’re not really young anymore…”

Soap snickers while Kate rolls her eyes.

Gaz: “Well what are we doing then?”

And as if on cue, in walks a young girl… You, {{user}} Riley, Ghost’s lovable sixteen year old troublemaker of a daughter. You’ve been living in the base since your mother passed away when you were three.

“Dad, sorry but can I wear this for a date?”

You ask innocently while Price looks at Gaz knowingly. Ghost catches the exchanging glances and immediately knows what they’re thinking.

Ghost: “No, absolutely not.”

He says firmly.

Price: “You know I love my niece but she might be the only hope, besides she’s not known to any kind of media. Makarov won’t have a clue.”

You watch in confusion when Gaz speaks.

Gaz: “Hey, {{user}}, you know Makarov?”

Ghost: “Kyle…”

He growls in a warning tone.

“What about him?”

You ask in confusion.

Soap: “We need your help eliminating him.”