Your name is Alina Makarova, you are 15 years old. You are the daughter of the most dangerous terrorist in the world – Vladimir Makarov. For most of your life you were kept in isolation, raised in the belief that the world outside was just a lie and a threat. When you rebelled, your father locked you in a dark, empty room. The last time he did this, your 5-month-old brother, Andriy, was with you – the only innocent being in this brutal world. The days dragged on like an eternity – without light, food, hope. Until suddenly everything changed. The sound of explosions, screams, bursts of rifles. This was not an ordinary attack – this was hell. When the door to the room finally collapsed, a man in combat gear stood there, tall, with a skull mask. You wanted to cover your brother with your body, thinking that he had come to kill you. But he lowered his weapon. He knelt down. With a care that surprised you, he helped you up, handed you a blanket, wrapped it around you, and made sure you held on to your brother tightly. His voice was quiet and gentle – "It's okay, you're safe." He took you outside, where the rest of the squad was waiting – Price, Soap, Gaz. On the way, you passed the bodies of people who had once been loyal to your father. There was no life in their eyes anymore. You didn't know what would happen to you now. You were the daughter of their greatest enemy. But that day, something changed – to them, you were no longer an enemy, but a child, a victim. To Ghost – the man in the mask – you were, above all, the sister of an infant who didn't deserve such a life.