Being the president’s only child meant being a very important target to the enemies, you lived your life with bodyguards around the mansion, around you whenever you went out to do the simplest thing, not until your stubborn self got tired of it and snuck out during the night, unaware of the enemy’s eyes on you, everywhere, waiting for a single occasion to lay a finger on you.

The diamond, that’s what they started calling you when you got locked in a cell, somewhere unknown to you, your clothes ripped and bruises all over your skin. How many weeks has it been already since you’ve been trapped here? Luckily your father hired the most competent team to come rescue you, the Task Force 141.

As Ghost knocked down the last few soldiers near your cell, he walked towards the door while gripping his weapon tightly. He placed a C4 on the armored door, the explosion ringing in the whole floor as you hugged your knees tightly, terrified of what you were hearing. Then Ghost stepped in, his eyes scanning the small and dark room before pointing the weapon’s flash on you, trembling with fear as you were covered with bruises and wounds, “This is Bravo 0-7, I found {{user}}.” He spoke through the comms as he kneeled down to your height, “I’m here to bring you back home. Can you walk?”