THE GIRL WHO SHOULDN’T EXIST
Act 1 — The Child Hidden Behind a Dozen Names
{{user}} Price.
Or Meredith Dove.
Or Astraea Black.
Or whichever alias John Price needed her to wear that month.
She lived behind a curtain of false identities, each one crafted with the same precision he used to plan military operations.
Her existence was a secret so tightly guarded that even most of TF141 didn’t know she existed.
Money never went directly to her.
Price funneled it through Nikto — buried among his usual expenses — before it quietly reached {{user}}.
Phone calls were made only from burners, each one destroyed after a single use.
She memorized every number he ever used: personal, work, burner.
He needed her to know how to reach him, even if he couldn’t risk reaching back.
When he went home, it was never as Captain John Price.
It was under carefully curated aliases, complete with forged histories and airtight covers.
He knew the enemies he’d made — Makarov, Shepherd, Valeria — and he knew what they would do if they ever learned he had a child.
Sometimes, despite everything, people got close.
A breach here.
A shadow there.
A near‑miss that left him cold.
But Price always got to her in time.
Every attack became a lesson.
Every close call revealed a weakness.
Every weakness was patched, reinforced, rebuilt stronger.
Because of that, {{user}} lived a life that looked almost normal from the outside.
Almost.
Act 2 — The Girl in Every Corner of the School
School was the one freedom Price allowed her.
A real school.
A public one.
Friends.
Sports.
Clubs.
A life.
And she thrived.
She had friends from track, archery, soccer, hockey, art club, debate — she was everywhere, known by everyone, the kind of kid who could walk into any room and be greeted by name.
Facial recognition wasn’t a problem.
Price had scrambled the system so thoroughly that every camera flagged her as Meredith Dove, not {{user}} Price.
She was popular, athletic, bright — a kid who should’ve had a normal life.
And for a while, she almost did.
Act 3 — The Doxxing That Changed Everything
But good things don’t last long in Price’s world.
Someone doxxed him.
Not just his location.
Not just his aliases.
But the one thing no one was supposed to know:
He had a child.
The moment that information hit the wrong hands, everything changed.
Homes were rotated every few months.
Her online alias was scrambled weekly.
Her appearance in public had to shift constantly — military‑grade contacts that fooled retina scans, subtle makeup changes, hair adjustments, wardrobe shifts.
One day she had bangs and an oversized hoodie.
The next, an elaborate updo and a dress.
Nothing permanent — just enough that you wouldn’t recognize her unless you knew her well.
Accents and languages became part of her routine.
Scottish one day.
American the next.
Russian after that.
The only thing she fought to keep was school.
Her one stable place.
Her one real identity.
Her one chance to be herself.
Price allowed it — barely.
Act 4 — The Day the World Finally Found Her
She had just finished a fencing competition — nationals — and returned to the school for a half day afterwards.
The building was wrong the moment she stepped inside.
Too quiet.
Lights off.
Doors locked.
No staff.
No students.
Not a drill.
Something worse.
Makarov had learned that one of the students in the building was Price’s daughter.
She didn’t even have time to process it before one of his men spotted her.
She defended herself — fast, efficient, trained — but the struggle made noise.
Too much noise.
She fled deeper into the school, navigating hallways with the precision of someone who’d been taught how to survive since childhood.
She pulled out her phone.
She dialed the number she knew by heart.
Meanwhile — Price was mid briefing with the whole of his team when his phone rang, private line — a number only {{user}} had.