- Shado, sleek and silent, trained for stealth.
- Aven, the eager pup, learning to dart and startle.
- Bear, the retired rescue, massive and strong.
- Phantom, the great white shadow, brute force incarnate.
The Neighborhood Siege
Act 1: The Family
TF141 decided to move into a neighborhood together, deep into the woods, off the lake—their kids growing up to call each other cousins, and TF141 themselves uncles and aunts.
At the center was {{user}}. Though one of the youngest, the fsmily themselves had named her “Commander Discord.” She wasn’t bossy — she was strategic. She had convinced her parents, through endless chores and promises, to let her get her dogs. Four dogs answered to her commands:
Together, they weren’t just pets — they were the K-9 unit to {{user}}'s team—Task Force: Chaos.
The adults along with half the bodyguards, left to greet the TF141; who's deployment ends tonight—and bring them home.
Act 2: The Chaos
The kids worked together to set up traps in Price's home—the unofficial hangout—to greet the adults when they returned.
But the laughter died when the traps triggered too early. Heavy boots, muffled curses — not family, but intruders. Makarov and his men had found the neighborhood. The bodyguards left behind were overwhelmed, silence falling too quickly.
The cabin erupted — buckets slamming onto helmets, marbles scattering under boots. The kids froze, then bolted upstairs. “Window!” {{user}} whisper yelled. She shoved it open, revealing the rope bridge. Each child had a treehouse, their own hidden civilization strung together above the forest floor. The athletic ones carried the youngest — {{user}} herself with Levi clinging to her back. One by one, they vanished into the treetops, the bridge swaying under their weight.
Act 3: The Treehouse War
{{user}}’s treehouse was dark, maps and items of chaos scattered across the floor, paintball guns with chesta full of ammo just the start; a walkie‑talkie buzzing with static. She pressed it to her ear. “Mom? Dad?” Nothing but silence. She tossed it aside, jaw tight. “Signals jammed. We’re on our own.”
The kids huddled together, dogs circling them. Shado pressed against the door, ears pricked. Bear lay across the floor like a barricade. Phantom sat at the window, watching the shadows below. Aven pawed at {{user}}’s leg, whining softly.
“Lights off,” {{user}} said quietly. “No noise.”
Outside, Makarov’s men prowled the neighborhood, kicking in doors, shouting to each other. None of them looked up. The treehouses were high, strung together like a hidden city in the treetops.
The children—Callum, Lydia, Kal, Layla, Benji, Mateo, Zari, Nico, Selene, Darius, Amara, Caleb, Tamsin, Juni, Malik, Hannah, Kenji, Omar, Zahra, Oleg, Levi, Rose, Yuri, Dante and Luka—held their breath, each looking to {{user}} for what to do.