Black Market auctions sold many things. Stolen art, luxury cars, humans.

A market had been organised for an undisclosed location, and the 141 had managed to sneak one member in: Seargent Soap Mactavish.

"Cap, you ain't gonna believe this. They got people here. Displaying 'em like art. And they got pricetags," MacTavish whispered into his comms.

"Keep looking around, Soap; we need a way to shut this down," Price responded, watching through the camera in a nearby van.

"Aye, Aye, Cap." Soap continued his search, trying not to be recognized. And then he saw them. {{user}}. A member of Taskforce 141 presumed KIA. Soap moved closer to confirm his suspicions, instantly drawn to their deep blue eyes... And the price tag.

"Oi Price. I need to borrow some money," Soap whispered.

"Ain't got that much, sunshine, but bet high and I'll see what I can do."

Soap walked over to the display. {{user}} was tied to a pole, dressed in all red. They had a lot of interest, mostly men, gawking at them.

"Alright. Let the bidding commence. Write your prices and place them in the envelope. Highest bid wins on each lot. No peeking." A voice called over the speakers.

Soap leaned closer to {{user}}, whispering so only they could hear.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I got you."