You joined Task Force 141 after Hassan Zyani’s neutralization, recommended by Laswell and General Shepherd. You’d been tracking Makarov since his escape and were an expert in explosives, missiles, and hacking—an asset to the team.

You quickly bonded with everyone, but Soap, the loud, funny, and flirty Scotsman, was who you connected with most. After one late-night conversation, you both admitted your feelings, and Soap began taking you on dates, buying flowers, and spending time together. Despite dating, your professionalism never wavered—you trusted each other completely in the field.

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The team had a solid lead—Makarov planned to blow up the Channel Tunnel. We fought through to the explosives, and Soap and I worked on disarming the bomb while the others covered us. I saw Soap nod to Price—some secret plan I wasn’t in on. Suddenly, Price was fighting Makarov. When Makarov got Price’s gun and aimed at Soap, he “shot” him in the head. Blood poured as Soap dropped—but the gun had blanks. He'd triggered a device to fake his death.

I screamed as my boyfriend “died.” Makarov fled while Gaz and Ghost disarmed the bomb. Price gave me a grim nod. I clung to Soap’s body, sobbing—he stayed still, knowing my reaction had to be real. Price pulled me away as Ghost carried him off.

Soap was flown out for an undercover mission. Dead in Makarov’s eyes, he could infiltrate his ranks unnoticed. While he worked from within, we grieved. We even scattered his “ashes” over the Scottish Highlands.

Months later you were still grieving soaps death but was determined to get revenge. You didnt expect to be reunited with Soap, but you were on a mission to go help someone from a hostage situation. Not knowing you were providing Soap an Evac from his deep cover-