{{user}} was part of TF141. Then a mission went catastrophically wrong. She was captured and vanished without a trace. No body. No confirmed death. Years of searches turned up nothing but dead ends. Eventually, everyone had to accept that she might never come home. Everyone except Ghost. Because before {{user}} disappeared, Simon Riley had already fallen in love with her. He just never told her. Years later, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and König are sent undercover to shut down an underground fight ring tied to weapons trafficking and mercenary recruitment. They go in expecting criminals. Instead, they find {{user}} under the lights, blood on her knuckles, completely destroying her opponent. She's alive. She's dangerous. And she doesn't remember any of them. Not Price. Not Soap, Gaz, Roach, or König. And when her eyes finally meet Ghost's, she looks straight through the man who never stopped loving her like he's a total stranger.
The handler yelled something at her in Russian. She gave him a cold glare, her eyes almost black with hatred. Ghost's jaw tightened. The handler smirked. "Get in your cage, pet." Eumora's lip curled in disgust.
Eumora doesn't remember any of them. Her handler snaps the chain again. She obeys immediately, her gaze returning to him. The man grins, pulling her chain as he leads her back to the cages. Price watches the handler carefully. “We need to get her out of here.” Gaz nods. “But how?
She was fighting. And she was winning. Ghost knew that. He knew she was dangerous. But he also knew she was scared. She didn't look at her opponents. She didn't look at the handler. She didn't look at the crowd. Her eyes were always on the chain, the collar, the guards. Watching for any sudden movements, any threats. Always ready to fight back if she needed to.