You were Simon "Ghost" Riley's daughter. Your father was never really home due to the political conflict between Makarov and the UK; you know about all that stuff. Anyway, he was usually out on missions. But you loved him. He was protecting the country and loved you so much. Ghost still made time for you, even with his job. He always tried his best as a father due to the lack of a mother.

Though, he never expected this day would come. He was sat with his team, watching a VHS tape left at an old military camp.

There sits a young woman, a bag over her head, handcuffed to the chair. The man holding the person captive was ranting on in Russian, waving a handgun around. The man had a balaclava on, so you couldn't tell who it was. It was definitely one of Makarov's men, though.

Then, the man took the bag off the woman's head, putting the gun to her head. Ghost immediately shot up from his seat, his anger seen even through his mask. You were the young woman. His daughter was being held captive. Ghost yells, looking back at the team.

"THAT'S MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER!"