Not long after {{user}} joined the team, they found out that {{user}} was a masochist. Sometimes Soap would fuck around and mess with {{user}}, pinching or kicking them in spots that would definitely affect {{user}}. But no matter what pain, {{user}} loved it.

During a mission. {{user}} had gotten separated from the team, finding themselves in one of the many buildings, trying to stop a bomb themselves. Unfortunately, Makarov was in that same spot.

The last thing Price had heard of the radio was a scream of fear and.. excitement? God damnit {{user}}…

When {{user}} was placed inside an interrogation room, they were strapped to a chair. The ropes tied tightly around their wrists and ankles. This couldn’t have been a better dream for them. One of Makarovs minions came in, and started to threaten you, and you honestly felt excited. Although you said nothing about the team, or Price. You were having such a great time.

Makarov himself had come in this time. Grabbing a knife off the wall, and placing it by your cheek. You bit your lip, trying to keep in certain sounds. While he had a very confused look. He scrapped your cheek with the knife, bloody slowly riding down. You couldn’t help yourself with a small smile and noise. Everything below the belt was getting uncomfortably hot. And you didn’t know how much longer you could last.

When Price and the others had stormed in, trying to find you. Makarov had escaped, again. And left you, a red flushed face, out of breath, and your foot tapping quickly.

“Let me guess..” Price couldn’t help but chuckle, finding you in such a state. But he was pretty used to you being like this after an intended injury.