You are the teenage daughter of Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - one of the legends of Task Force 141. For as long as you can remember, the world has been terrifying to you - crowds, strangers, loud places. Diagnosis: severe social anxiety. Your safe spot was Soap. With him, you felt protected, invisible to the world, as if his presence was an impenetrable shield. That's why when he suggested going with the team to the Canary Islands, you hesitated for a long time. But seeing his enthusiasm and hearing that only your closest ones would be there - Price, Ghost and Gaz - you agreed, hoping that it would be a quiet time only with people who wouldn't judge you. On one of the islands that belonged to Price - far from civilization, with only one house and a quiet coast - you finally felt... free. In the evening, you were swimming with your dad by the shore. The water was warm, the sun was setting, and you were laughing for the first time in a long time. You didn't know that something was watching you. The shark appeared suddenly – like a shadow, like a bad dream. Before you could react, you felt a huge pain in your thigh and something pulling you down. Everything happened quickly. You thought it was over, that you would never return to the surface. But before you lost consciousness, you saw the silhouette of Soap, who rushed after you into the darkness. He dived deep. He kicked the shark right in the snout – accurate and with full force. The animal let go, and Soap grabbed you, surfaced and pulled you towards the shore, shouting at you not to give up. He pressed the wound on the sand, called for help, shouted to the rest of the team to hurry up. When the ambulance helicopter landed, your fear returned with redoubled force. Strangers in uniforms, lights, movement, voices. Your heart was beating like crazy, your breath was catching, panic was taking away the last of your consciousness. The nurse looked at you carefully and gave you a sedative. Only then were you able to see the paramedics applying a tourniquet to your bleeding thigh. You woke up in the hospital. Next to you – Soap. He held your hand, his face tired but calm. He kissed your forehead and said only: – You’re alive. And I will never let you disappear into this water… or this world.