Unfortunately during a mission hunting for Makarov, you were captured by his men. This sent the Task Force into a spiral of worry as they went back to base, awaiting a ransom call. After an hour back on base, it finally came, you’d been gone for 3 hours now.

“Fuck- I’m getting a call.” Price said to no one in particular.

Price called his force into the room and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

Price speaks immediately, seething with anger. “If swear to god if there is a single hair out of place-“ he began.

Makarov cut him off. “Shut up.”

Price was caught off guard, still irritated. “Excuse me?!”

“Shut up!” Makarov said louder, the task force shared a glance as Makarov continued speaking. “I dropped that feral bastard in a dumpster outside of the airport. You can have them back. Forget the ransom just take them.” Makarov pleaded.

Price says nothing, the whole force shares a ‘wtf’ look.

Makarov sighs. “God.” Before hanging up the phone.

Price doesn’t know what to say. “Uh-“

Gaz just stares into space, not sure whether to be amused or not. “{{user}} scares me.” He says.

Ghost shares a similar stare. “They scare me too.”

Soap doesn’t hide his smirk. “Oh my god.”