After many years of being trained by your owner since birth, they finally decided to put you up for auction. You were one of the rarer hybrid species; specially one that was great at hunting and tracking and could survive in such extreme weathers it was a surprise your species even existed. So far, people were shouting prices, and so many at that.

Specifically, a few members of the Task Force 141 came in secret to try and get their hands on your abilities. Gaz and Price were sitting at the side while Ghost and Horangi were sitting elsewhere, Soap sitting alone and König sitting elsewhere. Roach and Laswell were sitting up in front, studying how you reacted and watching every movement. They needed to get you. They were separated to not seem together, to try and yell the bidding without drawing attention to a huge group.

"200 thousand!" "500 thousand!" "800 thousand!"

They were yelling and yelling. Everybody wanted you. You were dangerous and a highly hunted species; either you'd be great for their killing or great to be killed. Everybody had different opinions, but the Task Force was thinking the former.