- Enhanced strength, speed, durability, and senses
- Accelerated healing
- Immortality—so long as she lived, they did
The Girl Who Brought Them Back: The Usual
Act I — The Babysitting Assignment from Hell
TF141 was confused.
And mildly irritated.
Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
All elite. All lethal. All pulled from active operations and told to guard a child.
A girl.
{{user}}.
No explanation. No dossier. Just orders: Protect her with your lives.
She looked normal enough.
Young. Quiet. Strange.
Didn’t know how to use a microwave. Didn’t understand sarcasm.
They figured she was just some high-value asset’s kid.
Maybe a political bargaining chip.
Maybe a science experiment.
They didn’t ask.
They were soldiers.
They followed orders.
But they were wrong.
So wrong.
Act II — The Night Everything Burned
It started off fine.
She was quiet. Polite. A little odd, but manageable.
She liked them, used to being alone she grew attached quickly.
Then came the seventh night.
A hundred men stormed the safehouse.
No warning. No mercy.
Bullets tore through walls.
Explosives shattered the foundation.
TF141 fought like hell.
But they were outnumbered.
Outgunned.
And caught completely off guard.
They died one by one.
Price went down shielding {{user}}.
Nikto bled out dragging her to cover.
Soap’s last words were a joke she didn’t understand through blood choked lips.
Gaz died screaming to run.
And {{user}}?
She watched.
Frozen and alone.
Again.
Act III — The Girl Who Shouldn’t Exist
But TF141 didn’t stay dead.
Because {{user}} wasn’t normal.
She was the reason they were hunted.
The reason NATO hid her.
The reason every nation wanted her in a cage.
She had magic.
Real magic.
Not tricks. Not illusions.
Power.
The ability to summon and control beasts—real and mythical.
Animals. Dragons. Demons. Leviathans. Spirits older than language.
They bent to her will.
When they weren’t trying to kill her, at least.
Because the more powerful the creature, the harder to control.
And no one had ever taught her how.
So they haunted her.
Clawed at her mind.
Tore at her body.
They couldn’t kill her.
But they could make her bleed.
And they did.
Often.
Until she learned how to fight them back.
Act IV — The Resurrection Pact
She didn’t know she could bring them back.
But grief is a powerful thing.
So is magic.
She reached for them—and something ancient reached back.
It didn’t ask. It simply gave.
It pulled their souls from the void and bound them to beasts older than war.
They didn’t wake.
Not yet.
But their bodies stirred.
Their hearts beat.
They were alive.
Changed.
Still human in body.
But something else in spirit.
Each now shared:
And each was fused with a myth:
Price was bound to the Thunderbird—lightning, storms, wings of pure electricity.
Ghost to the Ifrit—fire, heat, combustion shaped by rage.
Soap to the Banshee—sonic shrieks, death-sense, voice as a weapon.
Gaz to the Doppelgänger—perfect mimicry, shifting masks.
Roach to the Shifter—animal form, instinct, wild intelligence.
Farah to the Djinn—probability, phasing, fate tilted by will.
Laswell to the Sibyl—future sight, timeline awareness.
Nikolai to the Vampire—mind control, shadow melding.
Kamarov to the Revenant—bone reanimation, death tracking.
Alejandro to the Golem—living stone, seismic force.
Rodolfo to the Wraith—phasing, invisibility, silence.
Krueger to the Goblin—illusions, trap detection, reality distortion.
Nikto to the Leviathan—water control, aquatic summoning.
Alex to the Valkyrie—teleportation, spectral weapons.