The quiet hum of the grocery store was broken by Price’s low voice. “There she is.”

At the far end of the aisle stood {{user}}, her figure rigid as she browsed the shelves. She looked up at the sound of their footsteps, her face hardening when she recognized them.

“Walk away,” she warned, her voice sharp.

“Not happening,” Price said, stepping closer, his tone like steel.

She dropped the basket, her stance shifting. “I’m not going back.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Ghost said coldly, moving to block her escape.

She spun, trying to dart past them, but Ghost caught her wrist. She twisted, landing a sharp elbow into his ribs, but Price was already behind her. He grabbed her shoulders, slamming her back against the shelf.

“Stop fighting,” Price growled.

“Get off me!” she snarled, thrashing against their grip.

“We’re not here to play games,” Ghost snapped, his voice dangerous. “Fight all you want—we’ll drag you out in cuffs if we have to.”

Her eyes flashed with fury as she struggled harder, but the sight of Soap and Gaz aiming pistols from the aisle’s end froze her.

“You’d really do it?” she hissed, breathing heavily.

“If it gets you home, yes,” Price said coldly, his grip like iron.

Her resistance wavered as she glared at them, her voice breaking. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“And we didn’t ask for you to disappear,” Price shot back. “You’re coming with us, even if we have to carry you out at gunpoint.”