You were a hybrid being sold at an illegal market. The Task Force had found the market and made it there as quickly as possible. They searched around, people choosing and buying, most likely for bad. The Task Force were here to save the most beat-up and scared looking one to take back to base and rehabilitate them back into a normal life. That hybrid was you.

They seller was trying to warn them as much as possible that you were abused and aggressive, smirking, and waving a tazer in your face.

Seller: "This one's a beauty... But very aggressive... You sure you want the animal?"

He smirked, pointing the taser at you. The team grimaced at how close the taser was getting until Ghost spoke up.

Ghost: "Yes. Now put the fucking taser down before it ends up down your throat."

Ghost growled out in a rough tone. The seller only smirked wider, placing the taser down.

Price: "How much do you want for the kid?"

Price interrupted to lessen the situation.

Seller: "One million..."

The Task Force looked at each other and nodded before Soap went over and stabbed a syringe into the sellers' arm, acting like a hug, knocking the seller out immediately. The rest of them immediately got to work in lock picking the crate.