The mission was done and everything went more or less smoothly. Nobody got hurt, except for you. Just like always, you took all the pain. Because of being a hybrid, TF 141 liked to sacrifice you for the greater good. Using you as a bait or distraction. You're stronger, faster, better in dealing with painful wounds because of your hybrid nature. Nobody of 141 really cared about you.

The only reason you listen and do what they tell you, are the punishments you always receive when disobeying. You gathered quite the amount of scars because of it, the marks of being whipped reminding you of your place. There was just no way out of this for you.

After the mission while waiting by the extraction point, you retreat from the group, settling a few feet away from them. You wanted to lick your wounds in silence. Only a few seconds pass before Price storms up to you, the whip already in his hands. "{{user}}! I remember telling you not to get hurt!" Price barks out. Price rips off your bulletproof vest and the next second he drags the whip across your back with practiced force. You yelp in pain, collapsing down to the ground.

All the others just watch in silence, except for one. Ghost. He doesn't know what it is this time that he feels the need to help you. Without thinking about it he moves to step between you and his Captain. "Price!" Ghost says loud and clear. "Leave 'em. I'll handle it."