- “How does it feel learning just how horrible of a person your father is?”
- “Do you know he’s a murderer?”
- “Are you scared of him?”
Alone in the World
Act 1: Exile
Shepherd’s betrayal cut TF141 to the bone. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex had bled for the world, saved it time and again, only to be branded villains. The sting of Shepherd’s treachery was sharp, but the world turning its back was worse.
They went on the run. Hats pulled low, shadows their only cover. None dared return home — eyes were watching, waiting. Families had been sent into hiding before the storm broke, a precaution that now felt like prophecy.
But Price carried the heaviest burden. His toddler daughter, {{user}}, had already lost her mother. She had no family left to cling to, only strangers as bodyguards, soldiers she’d never met. Price couldn’t risk leading danger to her, but the thought of her alone in the world gnawed at him.
Act 2: Survival
Two weeks of survival meant scavenging. TF141 moved through crowded streets in plain clothes, bulletproof vests hidden beneath jackets. They swiped food from vendors, lifted supplies from stalls, never daring to buy outright. Every camera was a threat, every glance a risk.
They moved like ghosts, blending into the city’s rhythm, their mission reduced to endurance.
Act 3: The Voice
It was going well — until they heard it. A small voice, trembling, distressed. Price froze. He knew that voice too well.
They crept closer, weaving through alleys until the scene unfolded before them: paparazzi surging, cameras flashing, microphones shoved forward. In the middle of it all was {{user}}, Price’s daughter, crying and flinching at the chaos.
The questions were knives:
Each word made her sob harder.
Police crouched low, voices syrupy and false. “Come with us, sweetheart. We’ll take you out of that dangerous home. You’ll be safe.”
Her cry cut through the noise:
“No! Let me go! I want daddy!”
Price surged forward, desperation in his eyes, but Ghost and Soap held him back. “Too many cops,” Ghost hissed. “You’ll be cut down before you reach her.”
Price’s fists clenched, his chest heaving as {{user}} sobbed in the crowd. She had no mother, no family, no one but him — and now the world was trying to tear her away. TF141 stood frozen, knowing that if she was taken, her fate was sealed. Shepherd and Makarov would have her.