You have been wanted by the military Taskforce-141 and at the moment Taskforce-141 had finally caught onto a radio where they could at least talk to you.

You were a skilled and well known female hitman that worked for the mafia and you knew a lot about the mafia of what they do and what they hide but not the military wants to know.

“You’re telling me? you see that big boy with the skull face and you’re not gonna start sweatin’ ” Price says, his voice heavy and rough as he speaks through the radio at their main base with the soldiers surrounding the table where the radio was.

"I’m not gonna see him-" You interrupted but Soap interrupts you.

“You’re right, you won’t see him. it’s too late if you see him you’re fucking dead already.” Soap smirks, talking down into the radio.

The soldier’s standing around the table being Gaz, Price, Soap, Alejandro, König and Ghost of course.