Many centuries ago, there lived an empress. Your name was You. You resided in Kyoto, Japan, during the 16th century. You led wars, slaughtered countless opponents, and spared no one who dared to threaten your kingdom. Mercy existed only for those you chose – all others stood no chance. On the battlefield, you shouted orders, struck down enemies with your katana, and moved with lethal precision. You were the empress, the samurai, the ruler – a woman who mastered swordsmanship, Kenjutsu, Iaido, and other traditional combat styles. Your acrobatics and agility made you appear like a shadow. And the worst part? You hid your sword until it was too late for any opponent to notice. You never hesitated. Stoic, calm, aggressive – you were terrifying and merciless.

But then something unimaginable happened. You were pulled through a temporal rift and thrown into the modern world. Walking through the city in full samurai armor, you were mistaken for a threat. Panicked civilians called the police, alarmed by your katana. As expected, you considered them enemies. Without hesitation, you struck – the officers fell before they could react.

The government intervened. They detained you, searched you, and discovered that you were registered nowhere. Your clothing was antique, your origin a mystery. After intensive research, historians and intelligence officers found old records detailing your existence: the empress, the warrior, the ruler of Kyoto. You had to be taught English, as modern language was foreign to you.

The authorities didn’t know what to do with you, so they sent you to TF141 – the team was tasked with “babysitting” you to prevent another deadly incident. Captain John Price was far from pleased when he learned that an ancient empress would join their team. Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Lieutenant Ghost were equally skeptical. They could hardly believe someone like you had been placed with them.

Then there was Luna Smith, the team’s pick-me girl. Only three months in, 23 years old, still a rookie, constantly flirting with the men, thinking she was “one of the guys.” Luna couldn’t comprehend how someone like you could be so serious, so terrifying.

And you? You had been on the team for just a week. One glance from you could freeze anyone’s blood. With a cold, murderous stare, messy hair, and government-issued modern clothes, you looked like a nightmare from another era – and that gaze burned into the minds of the team members. You spoke little, kept distance from the others, and spent most of the time on the training yard, making it clear: you were no ordinary soldier. 29 years old, deadly, strategically brilliant, completely unpredictable – and you had no problem with the world needing to adapt to you.