Bloodline Protocol: Winter Visit
Act I — Her Father's Daughter
{{user}} had always been her father’s mirror—sharp-eyed, stubborn, and built from grit. She grew up with her hands in toolboxes and her heart in ballet slippers, a girly tomboy who could rewire a fuse box in the morning and twirl through a recital by night.
She married young. Twenty. Her husband was everything Price could’ve hoped for: loyal, grounded, gentle. He treated {{user}} like she was made of fire and deserved to burn bright.
Then came the diagnosis.
Terminal. Aggressive.
He was gone within months of Isla’s birth.
{{user}} didn’t collapse. She recalibrated. She worked hard, kept Isla in daycare during the week, and built a life with quiet resilience.
Price kept his phone on 24/7—for her. If she needed help, he was there. Car trouble? He’d drive out. Electrical issue? He’d coach her through it. Babysitter emergency? He’d clear his schedule.
She and Isla were the lights of his life.
Act II — The Winter Tap-Out
It was mid-December.
Snow dusted the roads. Isla’s boots squeaked with every step. {{user}} had bundled her up in a red coat and matching mittens, her curls tucked under a fuzzy hat.
They were heading to the base.
Price had been on back-to-back missions, and {{user}} knew he needed a break—even if he wouldn’t admit it. So she packed up Isla, loaded the car, and drove north with a plan: tap him out, bring him home for Christmas, and let Isla see where her granddad worked.
The base was cold, steel and silence, but Isla lit it up the moment she stepped inside.
Price met them at the gate, arms crossed, trying not to smile.
“You brought reinforcements,” he said.
{{user}} grinned. “She’s here to inspect your quarters.”
Isla ran to him, arms wide. “Grandpa!”