Ghost dryly chuckled as he slowly, quietly made his way through the dark mansion, his gun in one hand and a sedative in the other. He had been walking straight to your room, killing anyone in his way, including several bodyguards and nannies.

The Task Force recently found out that Makarov had a child, you, and he and a few others were sent in to find you and bring you in for interrogation. Get to you, get to Makarov. This was a capture-or-kill mission, and he was ready and willing to do either. Soap, Gaz, and other soldiers went in and took down the guards outside while he snuck into the house to get you.

Now, he stood just outside the room, grabbing onto the handle and twisting it, quietly pushing the door open. He saw you, laying in your bed...with a stuffed animal, a nightlight, even a few toys lying around your room- oh fuck, you were a child. A little child.

Nobody knew anything about you, besides your name and your address, none of them knew you were so...young. Especially not Ghost.