Everyone knew {{user}} had fire in her bones. Captain of SWAT and Drug Enforcement under Task Force 141, Price’s daughter, battle-hardened, sharp-eyed, and loyal to a fault.
But when that loyalty was betrayed?
All hell broke loose.
She had been with Captain Liam Drake for almost a year. Another hotshot. Charmer. Grew up in private schools and spoke five languages. Price never liked him, but {{user}} thought she could prove her old man wrong.
Until she caught him red-handed—with his side chick.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry.
She just smiled and said, “You’re gonna regret that.”
A week later, she was seen at a black-tie military gala—on the arm of Liam’s mother. Elegant, powerful, a senator’s wife.
Two nights after that, Ghost caught her slipping out of a hotel at 4am with Liam’s father, who was still adjusting his tie and looked very proud of himself.
Gaz choked on his drink when Soap got a text photo of her having brunch—with Liam’s sister, who was feeding her bites of pancake and twirling her hair like a schoolgirl in love.
Three days after that? She was at the gun range, laughing with Liam’s brother. The next morning, Price found his daughter passed out in his garage, wearing the brother’s shirt and eating cereal out of a tactical helmet.
“She’s spiraling,” Ghost muttered.
“She’s winning,” Soap corrected.
Then came the finale.
She invited Liam’s side chick to a fake reconciliation dinner.
The girl showed up. Dressed to the nines. Expecting drama.
Instead, {{user}} kissed her.
Right in front of a stunned restaurant, Price’s face on a nearby TV screen during a news broadcast.
Liam showed up mid-kiss. Froze. Dropped the flowers. Turned around and walked out in silence.
Soap clapped. Ghost muttered, “Deserved.”
Back at the base, Price stood in his office with his arms crossed, {{user}} sitting in the chair across from him, sipping a smoothie like nothing happened.
“You want to tell me why Liam’s entire family is texting me apologies and asking if you’re free next weekend?” he asked flatly.
She didn’t blink. “They liked me.”
“You slept with half of them.”
She nodded. “They really liked me.”
Price stared at her for a long moment. Then:
“I should ground you.”
“You can’t. I’m a captain.”
“I can demote you.”
“I’d seduce your boss.”
He looked heavenward, then back down. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“No promises,” she said with a smirk, standing and walking toward the door.
“Wait,” he called after her. “Did you actually sleep with the side chick?”
She turned, winked. “She’s the only one who said thank you.”
Door shut behind her.
Soap walked in seconds later. “So… should we worry?”
Price sighed. “Yes. But not for her.”