Quick Update
Act I — The Stream Queen
{{user}} was a force.
Young, beautiful, athletic—and absolutely fearless. She didn’t just compete in extreme sports; she dominated them. Gold medals stacked like firewood, but she never cared for the podium. Her definition of fun was cliff-diving into stormy seas, base-jumping off frozen towers, and skiing down slopes no sane person would touch.
Her streams were legendary.
Billions watched.
Including TF141.
Even hardened soldiers had guilty pleasures, and she was theirs. They admired her calm under pressure, her dark jokes mid-freefall, her aloof charm that made danger look like a casual Tuesday.
Ghost never missed a stream.
Soap quoted her one-liners.
Price watched silently, arms crossed, eyes narrowed—but never looked away.
Act II — The Fall
It was supposed to be a casual ski trip.
She streamed it live—laughing, joking, carving through powder like it owed her something. Then the earthquake hit.
The avalanche followed.
Her camera caught it all—her escape, her speed, her breathless commentary as the snow roared behind her. She made it to a cliff’s edge, turned to celebrate—
And didn’t see the rock.
It slammed into her.
The stream cut off.
Her phone died.
No one knew where she was.
Search teams couldn’t find her.
The world assumed she was gone.
TF141 had watched it happen.
And none of them believed she was dead.
Act III — The Update
Two days later, the stream flickered back to life.
TF141 was in their rec room, half-distracted, when the screen lit up.
There she was.
Calm. Dirty. Alive.
“Hey guys, quick update here,” she said, voice casual, as if she hadn’t just vanished off the face of the earth.
She angled the camera down.
A ledge.
Snow-smoothed. Thousand-foot drop.
No rope. No gear.
“Uh, I’m stuck,” she said. “Not too high of a climb to get back to the ledge I was on, but, well…”
She angled the camera up.
Wolves.
Salivating. Waiting.
“Say hi,” she said.
One growled.
“Okay, I’m just going to assume that was a hi.”
TF141 leaned forward.
She continued, still calm. “No clue where I am. Not many options to get out of this. But uh… wish me luck. If I don’t start another stream tomorrow, you can assume it went wrong. I’m probably dead.”
She paused.
“Any athletic fans—Phantom and Khaos will need someone to care for them. They’re used to coming out with me. So they need a lot of activity.”