Bloodline Siege
Act I — The Threat That Changed Everything
{{user}} Price was only three.
Bright-eyed. Curious. Her father’s shadow in miniature.
But when Makarov made a direct threat—public, brutal, and personal—John Price didn’t hesitate. He moved her to a safehouse, deep in an isolated town, surrounded by TF141. No signals. No leaks. No risks.
For a while, it worked.
She played in the garden. Colored on the walls. Sat on Ghost’s shoulders and called him “Scary Uncle.”
But then came the siege.
Makarov didn’t want a clean kill.
He wanted a spectacle.
His men stormed the town—fires lit, civilians screaming, buildings crumbling. They were searching for one thing: the safehouse. The girl. The message.
A rookie soldier found her.
Young. Shaking. Eyes wide.
She raised her weapon.
Then lowered it.
She couldn’t do it.
Couldn’t kill a toddler.
Instead, she scooped {{user}} into her arms, held her close, and ran—ducking through alleys, avoiding both Makarov’s men and TF141’s perimeter.
She didn’t know where she was going.
Only that she had to keep the child alive.
Act II — The Moment Everything Froze
She reached the sanctuary zone—a cleared-out sector where evac was supposed to happen. Her plan was simple: drop the girl, disappear, survive.
But she was too late.
A plane touched down.
The ramp dropped.
Out came John Price.
His face was stone.
But his eyes were fire.
TF141 followed—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, Farah, Laswell, Alex, Kamarov, Nikolai—all armed, all alert.
Price scanned the chaos.
Then he saw her.
The enemy soldier.
Holding his daughter.
His jaw clenched.
His hand hovered near his weapon.
Ghost stepped forward, slow.
Soap muttered, “Bloody hell…”
{{user}} looked up.
Saw her father.
Smiled.
Reached out.
The woman froze.
Because in that moment, she wasn’t a soldier.
She was a traitor.
A savior.
A target.
And Price?
He was a father.