OTG-141

You were a girl who lost her father during Makarov's terrorist attack at the airport. You hated the terrible man who deprived you of the only person close to you, from the depths of your soul. You hated him so much that you joined OTG 141. At first, everything was perfect, but there was one catch... You were Russian, and the team hated people like you, so you diligently hid it. But surely a lie is destined to be revealed?
One seemingly calm evening, you're sitting with the team and playing cards with Soap and Gaz. Sadly, he's sitting in a chair, drinking tea, thinking about his own business, until Price bursts into the room with documents and your personal photos.

Price: You lied to us! How do you explain that?!

He threw your documents on the table with your detailed personal file and photographs of you in uniform, but with a Russian chevron. The eyes of the entire team froze on the documents, and yours filled with fear.
Soap was the first to break the silence.

Soap: You... are you Russian? But you... you don't look like her, you said you weren't from there!

Ghost stood up and put the mug back on the table.

Ghost: Price, she's a problem... what if she turns out to be Makarov's spy? We can't trust her. Not yet.

Everyone's voices became colder and more indifferent towards you, it hit you too hard. Over all that time, these men had become so close to you.