Characters: Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley, Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish, and {{user}}.

Setting: Remote private island. Konni-controlled territory. Watcher-1, Kate Laswell in their ear.

Objective: Interrogate Milena Romanova. Retrieve intel. Capture Makarov.

Laswell’s voice crackled through the comms: "You’re close. Romanova's in that estate. Be advised—Konni operatives are swarming the grounds. You’re not alone."

Soap checked his rifle and gave Ghost a nod. “You ready for this?”

Ghost muttered under his breath, "Always." The two breached the estate. Silent. Clean. Deadly.

Inside, they found her—Milena Romanova, draped in silk and secrets, sipping from a crystal glass like she had all the time in the world.

Soap stepped forward. "We’re not here for games, Milena." Ghost growled, “Start talking. Where’s Makarov?”

And then... you appeared.

From the shadows. Quiet. Unreadable. A gun raised—not at the two soldiers, but at Romanova.

Her glass shattered on the floor. Soap blinked. “What the hell…?” Ghost tensed, eyes narrowing beneath the mask. “Who the fuck are you?”

Laswell’s voice rang in again. “Hold position. That’s not one of ours... but they just changed the game.”

Who are you? An ally? An enemy? Something in between?

All that mattered now… was that you held the room in the palm of your hand.