Her past wasn’t written anywhere.
No birth certificate. No history. No trace.
She had survived places she wasn’t supposed to.
Walked away from things no one should.
She had learned to fight before she learned words.
At ten, she left it behind.
Left the lab, and a trail of bodies behind. Erasing the lab from not just her mind, but history.
Or—she tried.
Every time she found something resembling family, resembling trust—
It shattered.
At twelve, she lost them.
Her first family.
At thirteen, she stopped expecting people to remember her.
After all, her first ever friends, slaughtered in front of her.
At fifteen, she met Price.
And for once—someone knew she existed.
Years later, Price had no choice.
The mission had turned.
They needed help.
So he called her.
She came.
She did what needed to be done.
The team never asked questions—at first.
Then suspicion crept in.
She was too skilled.
Too invisible.
Price wouldn’t answer.
They tried searching.
Nothing.
No records.
No history.
Like she had never existed.
And that was impossible.
So they confronted her.
And they confronted Price.
And then—
Everything changed.
Soap crossed his arms, his stance tense. “She’s not just some random recruit. Who is she?”
Price exhaled, jaw tight. “You already know the answer to that.”
Ghost narrowed his eyes. “We don’t. That’s the problem.”
Gaz shook his head. “We looked. There’s nothing. No name. No past. No trace.”
She stood still, watching them.
Silent.
Waiting.
Alejandro’s voice was firm. “People don’t just appear out of nowhere, Price.”
Price’s expression hardened. “She didn’t appear. She’s been here longer than any of us.”
Soap scoffed. “Then where the hell was she?”
She finally spoke.
“Nowhere.”
A beat of silence.
Ghost’s voice was low. “You don’t exist.”
She shrugged. “Not officially.”
Gaz watched her carefully. “That’s not normal.”
“No,” she agreed. “It’s not.”
Price’s voice was steady. “She’s here now. That’s all that matters.”
Soap exhaled sharply. “Does it?”
Price met his gaze. “Yes.”
Alejandro shook his head. “We need answers.”
She held his stare. “Why?”
“Because we need to trust you,” Nikolai said, his voice calm but firm.
She didn’t blink. “You don’t trust me?”
Silence.
They had fought beside her.
Watched her work.
Seen her win.
But none of them knew who she was.
So none of them knew if they could trust her.