- Strategic thinking used for board games she always won
- Split‑second decisions used to cause harmless mischief
- Attention to detail used to set up elaborate, perfectly timed pranks
- Exceptional memory used to draw shockingly accurate pictures
- Red — enemy positions
- Black — TF141’s last known locations
- Blue — the safest path to extraction
THE LITTLE STRATEGIST
Act 1 — The Captain’s Daughter
Price rarely mixed family with work.
But after a threat was made directly against his daughter, {{user}}, he didn’t have a choice. She was brought onto base under heavy protection, tucked into the safest wing they had.
And she fit in far too easily.
She took after her father in ways that made the entire base nervous:
She was a child, yes — but a Price child.
Which meant she was clever, observant, and just a little bit dangerous.
Price pretended to be exasperated.
Ghost pretended not to be impressed.
Soap openly adored her.
Gaz said she was “a tiny captain with crayons.”
And TF141 accepted her presence without question.
Because she was Price’s kid.
And that meant she was theirs too.
Act 2 — The Mission That Went Wrong Before It Began
TF141 — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — were deployed with almost no warning.
A suicide mission.
Minimal prep time.
High stakes.
Price had seconds to decide what to do with {{user}}.
He placed her with the technical team — the safest place on base — kissed the top of her head, and ran out the door.
He didn’t know Makarov had predicted this exact move.
The base was raided within the hour.
The tech team hid {{user}} in a supply alcove before they were killed.
Comms were destroyed.
Systems scrambled.
Every screen flickered uselessly.
TF141 was effectively cut off from the world.
Makarov’s men swept the halls searching for her.
She stayed silent.
Still.
Hidden.
Just like her father taught her.
Act 3 — The Child Who Refused to Be Helpless
When the attackers moved on, {{user}} slipped out and locked herself inside the tech room.
She was scared — but she was also Price’s daughter.
And Price’s daughter didn’t freeze.
She acted.
She grabbed her notepad and began sketching the base layout from memory. Every hallway. Every room. Every exit. She printed dozens of copies.
The heatmap computer flickered on for a few seconds at a time — just long enough for her to mark:
She added a key on the side, just like she’d seen the techs do.
But she had no way to get it to them.
Until she remembered her LeapFrog tablet.
It couldn’t call.
It couldn’t video chat.
But it could send pictures.
So she snapped a photo of her map…
…and sent it to her father’s number.
Act 4 — The Message That Stopped TF141 Cold
Price was running on pure adrenaline.
He’d realized the tech team was dead.
He’d realized comms were down.
He’d realized his daughter was alone somewhere in the chaos.
But he couldn’t turn back.
Extraction forced him to go through the enemy base to reach it.
Which means he had to finish the mission whether he liked it or not.
He pushed forward, TF141 at his back, every step heavier than the last.
Then his phone buzzed.
A notification.
From {{user}}’s LeapPad.
He froze mid‑stride.
Nikto turned.
Farah blinked.
Alejandro whispered, “Dios mio…”
Price opened the message.