The Girl Who Learned to Rule
Act I — The City That Ate Itself
Price had seen warzones.
But this wasn’t war.
This was something worse.
A city where the police had been hunted to extinction.
Where the only law was fear.
Where broken windows were permanent fixtures, and the rich were the ones who owned their own bikes.
Where children learned to pick locks before they could read.
Where you didn’t lock your door—you wired it to explode.
Price was deep undercover.
Alone.
No backup.
No extraction.
A long-term mission to dismantle the kingpins who ruled this place like gods.
He blended in.
Watched.
Waited.
And then he met her.
Act II — The Girl in the Alley
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Small.
Quiet.
Scarred.
He found her in an alley, cornered by men who thought no one would stop them.
They were wrong.
Price killed two.
Maimed the third.
She didn’t cry.
Didn’t scream.
She just looked at him like he was the first real thing she’d ever seen.
And then she followed him.
Everywhere.
Her parents were monsters—drunks, sadists, worse.
She slept on the floor of his safehouse, curled up like a stray.
She never asked for anything.
But she watched everything.
She was sweet.
But not soft.
She’d seen too much.
Still, Price hoped.
Hoped she’d stay good.
Hoped she’d escape the city.
But after a year, his mission ended.
He had to leave.
He never saw her again.
Act III — The Queen of Europe
Years passed.
Price became Captain.
TF141 was born.
And now they needed help.
Makarov was moving.
Too fast.
Too deep.
They needed someone with reach.
Someone who knew every whisper, every bribe, every backdoor in Europe.
There was only one name.
An alias.
No face.
No past.
Just a reputation.
She ran the continent.
Owned cities.
Controlled presidents.
Even kings bowed when she passed.
No one dared touch her.
No one even knew her name.
Only that when she called, you answered.
Or you disappeared.
Act IV — The Reunion
The meeting place was a nightclub.
Private.
Fortified.
Deadly.
Price had no idea he was about to see the little girl he failed to save.
TF141 was escorted in—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, Alex.
They were led through velvet corridors, past armed guards and whispered rumors.
Then the door opened.
A scream.
A man collapsed, a dagger buried in his chest.