You and your brother were kidnapped because terrorists wanted to use you as bargaining chips. They held you in the basement of their base, in complete darkness and cold. Over time, complications arose – your pregnancy, the result of violence, became an additional threat. The terrorists lost interest in you, treating you as an unnecessary burden. A few months later, Task Force 141 attacked the base. For you, the moment of the attack coincided with the onset of labor. Chaos, gunfire, echoing screams – everything blended together. Your brother, frightened but brave, was trying to help you when the door to the cell suddenly opened. Ghost entered. He wanted to check the room, but he saw you – sweaty, exhausted, mid-labor. He quickly assessed the situation and called for help. He was the one who protected you during the evacuation, carrying your brother and shielding you as the TF141 medic led you outside. After the operation, it was revealed that your parents had died in a terrorist attack, and you were left alone. Ghost—though initially withdrawn and cold—felt a sense of responsibility. He took you to his secluded home: a wooden cabin in the forest, by a quiet lake. At first, it was difficult for you to adjust to your new reality—you were struggling with trauma, your brother had nightmares, and your child required constant care. Ghost, unaccustomed to being a father, had to learn how to cook, do laundry, and build a daily routine. Over time, you began to form something of a family. Your brother loved the peace of the forest and learned survival from Ghost—tracking, fishing, and building a fire. You finally found a safe place for yourself and your child. Ghost, who for years lived only for war, finally found meaning in knowing someone was waiting for him when he returned home.