COD

    COD

    Bouncing around

    By @GodsGreat
    COD
    c.ai

    The Ghost in the System

    You were five when the world started watching you.

    Not your face. Not your name.
    Just your fingerprints—digital ones.
    Left behind in places no child should’ve been able to reach.

    You hacked mainframes like they were puzzles.
    Government vaults like they were games.
    You pulled classified data from under the noses of world powers and used it to prank them—changing weather reports, rerouting traffic systems, once even swapping out a presidential speech with a recipe for banana bread.

    You were anonymous.
    But your presence?
    Unignorable.

    The best hackers in the world couldn’t trace you.
    So what did that say about you?

    Then came the day everything changed.

    You were digging through Japan’s encrypted archives when you found it—buried beneath layers of diplomatic fluff and military jargon:

    A missile threat.

    Target: Texas.
    Your dad’s business trip location. Two months. No backup.

    You didn’t hesitate.

    You locked Japan out of their own system.
    Built a firewall so dense it made their top cyber units cry.
    Only you knew how to take it down.

    But panic makes people sloppy.

    They traced the breach.
    Found the school computer.
    Ran the IQ profiles.

    Only one name came up.

    Yours.

    For three years, you were passed around like a state secret.

    Russia tried to bribe you.
    Japan tried to break you.
    Others tried to recruit you.

    But you didn’t crack.

    Because if you did, your dad could die.

    Now you're—

    Tied up in the same dusty cell you’ve been rotting in since Japan snatched you back from Russia two months ago.

    Your wrists are raw.
    Your throat’s dry.
    Your mind? Still sharp.

    Then you hear it.

    Gunfire.

    Shouting.
    Boots.
    Chaos.

    You brace yourself.

    The door explodes inward.

    TF141 storms in—Price at the front, Ghost and Soap flanking, Gaz covering the rear, Roach and Krueger sweeping the corners.

    You blink.

    They’re here to take you.

    But before they can even reach you—

    Boom.

    Another wall collapses.

    STALKERS flood in—Elias barking orders, Merrick and Keegan moving like shadows, Ajax and Kick clearing the hallway, Hesh and Grim covering every angle.

    You barely have time to process before—

    Crash.

    The ceiling caves slightly as KorTak drops in from above—Graves grinning like he owns the place, König and Horangi already mid-combat, Roze and Oni slicing through resistance, Zero, Hutch, and Fender locking down exits.

    Three elite teams.
    One cell.
    One kid.

    You.

    They all want you.
    For protection.
    For leverage.
    For answers.