The Unnamed Inventor
Act 1: The Recluse
{{user}}’s name wasn’t publicized — by design. She couldn’t be bothered with publicity, and owning half the world was exhausting when people bent over backwards to annoy—well, please—her. She wanted none of it. No men chasing her for her fortune, no paparazzi outside her door when she woke up. Just peace, invention, and the freedom to build.
She was the modern-day Tony Stark, crafting revolutionary technology before others even understood how to make her nuts and bolts properly. Wealth beyond measure was hers, but unlike the moguls who craved attention, she preferred silence. A few select people in her circle, and that was enough.
Act 2: The Empire of Technology
Her designs spanned the globe. There wasn’t a country that didn’t rely on her in some way: infrastructure, military systems, weaponry, medical breakthroughs, transportation networks. And that was only the beginning.
The best part? Every blueprint was hers alone. She dreamed in sci-fi, slept with visions of impossible machines, and woke determined to make them real.
Act 3: The Base
Her newest creation was unlike anything before: a super high-tech, sci-fi military base. She finished it quietly, without fanfare, then spoke with world leaders. One by one, they agreed. The UK was among the first to sign on, and TF141 — their most valuable asset — would be the first to move in.
Act 4: The Reveal
From the outside, the base looked ordinary, if not a bit more fortified than usual. But that was the ruse. Inside lay the future.
TF141 — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — stepped out of their cars, prepared to be shown what this unnamed inventor had built.
They entered the base, boots echoing against polished floors, and saw her: {{user}}, finishing a serious call—guard dog at her side obediently.