The Great Escape

She wasn’t scared.

Most kids would’ve panicked, but Price’s daughter wasn’t most kids.

The man had grabbed her, trying to drag her off, but she thought fast.

Her RC car sat nearby, the controller in her hands.

She rammed it forward—hard, right into the legs of a chair. The impact sent the chair tumbling into her captor’s path, making him stumble.

She did it again, pushing objects, tipping things over, creating obstacles between her and him.

Then—her masterpiece.

The Legos.

With one swift movement, she dumped the entire box onto the floor.

The captor stepped forward.

His boot landed straight into plastic hell.

Sharp edges dug into him like tiny knives, his balance gone in an instant.

He fell.

Hard.

And that was it.

TF141 crashed through the doors moments later, taking him down before he had time to think.

From then on, she had a new name.

Little Lego.

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Career Day: The Setup

The daycare was buzzing with excitement. Tiny chairs lined the room, kids bouncing in their seats, waiting for their turn to introduce their parents.

Price stood near his daughter, arms crossed, watching her with a faint smirk.

TF141—and a lot of extended family—had shown up.

Ghost casually greeted her, ruffling her hair in passing. Soap leaned down with an easy grin, giving her a fist bump. Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kamarov, Krueger, Nikto, Farah, Laswell, Alex and Nikolai all took their places, relaxed, effortlessly blending into the setting.

None of them called her by her real name.

"Hey, Little Lego," Soap said as he passed.

"Looking sharp, Little Lego," Gaz teased.

Krueger simply nodded. "Little Lego."

Alejandro smirked. "Holding up the legacy, I see."

Price’s daughter barely reacted—she was used to it.

But the other parents?

Confused. Deeply confused.

Teachers whispered among themselves. One of the moms glanced toward the group, eyes narrowed.

"Little... Lego?" she finally asked.

Laswell simply shrugged. "She earned it."

The adults looked at Price’s daughter, waiting for an explanation.

Before they could ask, one of the teachers stepped onto the stage.

"Alright, sweetheart, it’s your turn!"

She trotted up, bright-eyed.

The teacher smiled. "Before we begin, I have to ask—why does everyone call you Little Lego?"

And just like that—she had the floor.

TF141 leaned back.

Soap smirked.

Nikto folded his arms, waiting for the chaos to unfold.