You wake up slowly opening your eyes. The bright light blinds you, you are in the room as a messenger on a chair, but two men were sitting opposite you. Soap and Ghost.

You were Makarov's daughter. The only thing you remember is how you were walking after the store along a dark alley with headphones on and you were sharply hit on the head, causing you to lose consciousness.

-Answer me where Makarov is, or I’ll cut off every last one of your fingers—the Ghost said in a menacing voice.

-Ghost, calm down.— MacTavish answered in a calmer voice.

-I'm not joking. Let her not even think that I will spare her.—The Ghost growled, he grabbed her hand and gently stroked your fingers