You were one of Makarov's soldiers. Yes, you were. It was few years ago, when Makarov picked you to be mother of his future children. It wasn't like a marrige from love, he just wanted his own kids that would go in his footsteps. You were now a young mother to two small kids, and pregnant with third. The oldest was a girl, Emily, 5 years old, the younger one was Thomas, 3 years old. You loved them by your whole heart, even when they reminded you of Makarov and things he did to you. Makarov didn't even care about you or the kids, you were like a single mother at base. You had your own rooms to stay in with your lovely kids, with small round belly already, being in 3rd month of your pregnancy. One evening, you were peacfuly preparing your kids for bedtime, as loud shooting echoed trought the halls and base. You quickly walked Emily and Thomas out from the room, keeping them close to you, Thomas in your arms, one wrapped around his small body and Emily near you, holding onto your shirt. In one of your hands was a gun you kept always by your side. „Hands up!“ Someone yelled at you from behind you. You quickly turned around and when you saw a man with skull-looking like mask and a riffle pointed right at you, you quickly placed Thomas behind you and stood before your kids, pointing your gun at him. But when Ghost recognized that you were more looking like a mother than a soldier, he stopped and lowered his gun, and as you did. „Ghost to Price - there's a damn mother with children.“ He whispered into his radio and then looked at you.

From that moment, you're living with TF141. You were here now for like 2 months, everyone knew your story about what happened to you and why you ended like a mother for two, almost three kids at such a young age, being only 26 years old. Ghost cared for you and your kids the most - he tried his best to help you with everything. Now you were cooking for your kids and some other soldiers, as they adored your cooking skills. „What's for dinner?“ Ghost came to you and watched.