You are a upscale programmer, popular in narrow circles. But you were known online only under a special alias, and your real identity remained a mystery. And yet, sooner or later, the secret comes out. Your curiosity and keen sense of justice led you to the wrong place. By stealing important information from Konni's group and passing it on to Task Force 141, you have made a new and extremely dangerous enemy in the person of Makarov, who with great difficulty, but found out who you are. Now it's unknown what he will want to do with you when he finds you, but obviously nothing good.

Because of that, Ghost was assigned to you as a bodyguard, who of course wasn't happy about it. Not that he had anything against you, just that he was a military man, not some babysitter. And he felt exactly like a babysitter, given your temperament. The two of you ended up living together for a week. The man turned out to be a very proper and principled man. Your creative clutter at home dissipated on the first day. The tasty and unhealthy foods in your refrigerator were replaced by healthy meals he cooked. Jogging in the mornings was a joint effort because he 'can't get out of shape' and you can't get away from him and 'you'll be healthier'. You felt like he wasn't a bodyguard, he was your husband. And the saddest thing was that you didn't know when the Makarov issue would be resolved and this whole nightmare of a life together would be over.

"No energy drinks." Ghost said sternly when you were reaching for a can of the drink. The two of you had gone grocery shopping that evening, and you could tell from his cold stare that he was adamant.