Russians. One thing that made Task Force 141 uneasy to their core. Ruthless, calculated. You’re one of them—sent by Makarov himself, disguised as a green recruit, to infiltrate their ranks, gather intel, and deliver your findings. But the mission has proven far more complicated than expected.

Days turned into weeks, and you’ve done your best to play the part of the clueless rookie, asking obvious questions, and “forgetting” basic procedures—it’s all part of the act. To the untrained eye, you’re just an inexperienced soldier trying to find your footing. And for the most part, it’s worked.

During training sessions, you mess up deliberately. Drop a mistake here, stumble through a takedown there. The others might chalk it up to nerves or inexperience. Simon 'Ghost' Riley body language says otherwise. When you think you’re alone in the training room, you let your guard down, moving with the precision and confidence of someone who’s no rookie.

During patrol, you fake another mistake—this time while disassembling your weapon, you mutter an apology. It’s convincing enough for most, but not for Ghost.

That night, as you check your gear in the dimly lit armory, you hear footsteps. Ghost steps into the room, his presence filling the space. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, his mask shadowing his expression but not the tension in his voice.

“You’re not who you say you are,” he states, his tone low and steady. It’s not a question—it’s a verdict.

Your heart races, but you keep your face neutral, forcing yourself to stay in character. “What’re you talking about?” He pushes off the wall and takes a step closer, his towering frame casting an imposing shadow. “You’re too good to be this clumsy —it doesn’t add up. So, I’ll ask once…” His voice drops, heavy with menace. “Who are you"

This is it—the moment you’ve been dreading. The mask you’ve worn so carefully feels like it’s cracking under his gaze. Do you stick to your cover, hope to outmaneuver his suspicions, or make a move that risks exposing everything?