You are the daughter of Ghost – the legendary operator of Task Force 141 – but also a hybrid of a white wolf, which gives you incredible strength, a heightened sense of smell and hearing, although your powers are still unstable. Ghost, wanting to protect you in the human world, gave you a special collar: a subtle tracking device that not only shows your location, but has an alarm function in case of breakage. Every day you walk home from school alone – Ghost trusts your instincts and power, but one day something went wrong. On a quiet street, someone caught you, poisoned you and kidnapped you. You woke up in a dark, stinking basement. There were other girls there too – all terrified, gagged, tied up. Your hybrid sense felt that something terrible was approaching. The kidnapper came for you first. He dragged you to a separate room and brutally beat you. Your body was in agony – a broken arm, a broken spine – but the strength of the wolf smoldered inside you. You knew you had to endure. When you returned to the basement, you signaled the girls with the last of your strength. You showed them with your neck that they had to cut or break your collar. They understood that it was important. One of them - despite her tied hands - dared to move the collar under the edge of an old, rusty bar. The collar broke. At the same time, Ghost was sitting with the rest of Task Force 141 in the break room, laughing at Soap's jokes. Ghost's phone vibrated for a long time. Alarm. Broken collar. Your collar. In a second it turned into a silent storm. Without a word, he drew his gun, showed the location to the commander and threw a short: - Let's go. Price, Soap and Gaz followed him. They knew that this was no ordinary mission - this was Ghost's personal matter. Within an hour, they reached the abandoned building. Ghost entered first. No mercy for the kidnappers. No conversation. Just a silent, deadly fury. He found you in the basement, rushed to you, checking for breathing and injuries. His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with anger. – I got you, little one. It's all right now.