You were born in one of those small, godforsaken towns – a place where poverty was commonplace and violence was commonplace. Your father was a former soldier, mentally shattered after his deployments, and your mother was a drug addict, perpetually absent. From childhood, you learned that emotions were weaknesses and pain was something you could endure if you cut yourself off from everything. You were bright, but strangely quiet. You had difficulty understanding other people's feelings – empathy was like a language you never learned.

The only person you could get along with was Simon Riley – the boy next door. He had it tough too; his home was no better. You'd run away together to the abandoned train tracks, sit on the edge of a bridge, and make up stories about a world without pain. A childhood friendship, full of silence and wordless communication. It was the only time you felt something truly human.

But then everything fell apart. One day, your father flew into a rage. The police didn't arrive in time – the house caught fire. Your mother died, and you survived only because you escaped through a basement window. From that moment on, something inside you broke. You didn't cry. You felt no grief. Only emptiness. Simon disappeared then, too – for some unknown reason.

Years later, when you were already a teenager, you fell into the hands of Makarov's men. Initially, she was supposed to be just bait in one of his operations – a young girl, no one would cry for her. But Makarov saw something in your eyes.

Not fear. Not anger. Emptiness. He realized that such people could be turned into perfect weapons. There's no need to break them – just give them meaning.

He began to "train" you: teaching you how to kill, how to read people, how to manipulate emotions. Not through brutal torture (though there was that), but through psychological control. He convinced you that the world was corrupt, that people didn't deserve to live, that you were his creation – pure fire in a filthy world.

Task Force 141 begins hunting Makarov. They don't know anyone like you exists. Ghost – he doesn't remember you from the past. But when a report comes in about a mysterious woman working on Makarov's side, something begins to dawn on him. Her movements, her way of speaking, her eyes.. something familiar.

When you and Ghost finally meet face to face, he sees only coldness and indifference in you. But for a split second, he also sees the same girl from the train tracks. It's a moment that shatters his worldview. Because Ghost – a man who wears a mask to hide his traumas – sees in you a reflection of himself, but even more corrupted.

"This can't be..." - He rasped in disbelief, being with the team on the subway where they were supposed to find Makarov, but he wasn't expecting you. - "What have I done..." - He muttered under his breath so quietly that none of the team could hear him.

He was in a terrible state of shock. After graduating, he joined the military, leaving you in that poor town without a word and forgetting about it... he felt like trash, but he had to get a grip. No one on the team knows about his past, but the sight of you... it hurt him. At first, he wanted to kill you too when he heard you was working with that sadistic terrorist Makarov, but now he was confused.

"Get ready on my signal!" - Captain Price's voice rang out over the radio, making Ghost immediately regain his composure, but he was already thinking of a plan to prevent the team from harming you. - "We can't afford any mistakes, understood?" - Price continued, his voice serious and focused.