🕶️ Operation: Paper Honor She wasn’t just a survivor—she was shaped by war and hardened by the silence it demanded.
⚔️ Age 8–12: Recruit in the Shadows
At eight, {{user}} was sold—no birth certificate, no ceremony, just a ledger entry in a ledger no one should ever see. The recruitment wasn't official. It wasn’t legal. It was desperation feeding a machine built to weaponize the forgotten.
For four years, she trained in off-the-grid facilities: obstacle courses cut into desert rock, live-fire exercises using captured insurgents, lessons taught in sweat and fractured bones. No birthday candles. No choices.
She became a soldier at twelve.
Not because someone approved it.
Because there was no one left to stop it.
🔥 Age 14: Crossing Paths with Price
It was supposed to be a one-off op in Eastern Europe—Price embedded for recon. He spotted her while investigating a hostile cell that folded too quickly, too cleanly.
In the aftermath, she slipped past his perimeter and left intel planted for him.
He didn't know who she was.
Until mission three.
Then four.
Each time she appeared where intel was tight and options were thinner. A shadow. A myth.
They crossed paths often enough that command eventually paired them up—no names, no files, just trust built mission to mission.
One night in a collapsed warehouse after a failed hostage retrieval, Price offered her a protein bar and asked, without expecting an answer:
“How long you been doing this?”
She looked him in the eye. Dust on her boots. Blood on her sleeve.
“Years.”
He said nothing. Just stared a little longer.
“You’re quick,” he said finally. “Sharp. Like a damn bullet.”
She didn’t smile—but something shifted.
From that point on, Price called her Bullet.
Not in the files.
Only in his voice.
And something formed, not just a partnership; something familial.
🎯 Age 15: Mission of Ghosts
They were sent together—just the two of them—on a deep infiltration op to dismantle a global warlord’s network.
For almost a year, {{user}} and Price ghosted through mountain bases, stormed radio outposts, interrogated old allies turned enemies. She’d learned to adapt to war. He taught her how to think past it.
She revealed herself slowly—one brutal mission at a time. He never patronized her. Never treated her like a broken toy to mend. He treated her like a soldier. One with fire in her hands and a heart buried somewhere no one else dared to reach.
The mission ended with the warlord dead—Makarov’s old superior. {{user}} made the kill. Price made the call.
Command gave them medals.
She was promoted to Lieutenant.
But within weeks, her age surfaced.
Someone leaked the truth.
She was discharged.
Silenced.
Sent to high school under a new identity.
🚁 Present Day – A Familiar Threat
Makarov resurfaced—bolder, sharper, unrestricted. TF141 hit wall after wall.
Laswell compiled dossiers.
Price interrupted quietly.
“We’ve got one more lead.”
“Who?” Ghost asked.
“Someone who knows him,” said Price. “Inside and out.”
He wouldn’t give a name.
Wouldn’t give a file.
Just coordinates.
🏫 Extraction Scene – Centennial High
The helo buzzed over a track field. Teenagers scattered. Teachers froze. TF141 was confused.
They followed Price into the school. No briefings. No intel.
He stopped at a classroom.