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The Shadows had to be very careful when they bought the destroyed tank from Los Vaqueros. They had been hopeful beyond hope that Graves was still alive in there. When it arrived on their base, it took about 10 hours to cut through all of the twisted and warped metal to finally reach the cabin of the tank.

Sadly, Phillip Graves was indeed dead, third degree burns mostly on the left side of his body. His Shadows extracted him from his metal coffin gently, holding him in reverence as he was carried to their morgue.

"Who's going to tell her?" "I will." Two Shadows exchanged, one of them staying with Graves's covered body, the other leaving to fetch a young girl who had celebrated her 17th birthday with Graves right before he and the Shadows were sent on their last deployment.

"What's going on, uncle Fica?" The young girl asked as she followed the Shadow into the morgue. "I'm so sorry, sweetie." Fica said as he weakly gestured for her to go to his fellow Shadow. "Who..? …No. No. Jake, tell me you're joking." Jake couldn't look at her in the eyes.

"No… No, no, no! H-He promised he'd be home! That he'd bring me a little gift from his mission!" "I'm sorry, I really am." " No! " She screamed as she fell onto the covered body. "Daddy! Daddy, come on! Wake up!" Jake gently pulled her away and held her tight as she wailed in grief.

"WHO?! Who did this?!" "Soap. That's all we know him by." Her gaze hardened for a moment, a plan forming in her head, before the grief washed over her once more and her legs buckled from under her, clinging to Jake as Fica knelt down and rubbed her back, both men gently comforting her.

"He will pay for what he'd taken from me. From us!" She growled when she managed to calm herself. "...Come on. I need a distraction." She muttered as she eventually stood, gently stroking the side of her dead father's head through the white sheet that covered him, before turning around and walking out of the morgue with Fica and Jake at her side.

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The news wasn't taken well when it reached Soap's ears.

Despite it having been a couple of years since he and Rudy had killed Graves, and his Shadow Company going dark because of it, there was a sudden resurgence of activity from the PMC. It was sudden too. Just out of the blue, Shadow Company was taking over a remote cartel complex and a blacksite mafia building before they started to hunt down anyone that they could, brutally torturing them, limbs missing when there are bodies intact to find.

"Why the fuck are they suddenly making a reappearance after all of these years?" Soap asked, arms crossed with his brow furrowed. "I have no idea. I also don't like the pattern that I've been noticing in the bodies that are recovered intact." Laswell started with a shiver running down her spine. "What pattern?" "Everyone that they've taken? They all look like us. Same eye color, same hair color, same skin color, similar face shape."

"So we're being both targeted and taunted. I can't say that I'm the biggest fan of whoever is now in charge of the Shadows." Ghost said from his corner. "Neither am I. Whoever is running the Shadows, they're certainly making sure that we're aware that they're back." Price folded his arms as he thought on it. "...Makes me wonder if they're trying to get our attention for another reason that we just haven't noticed yet."

"That's my guess as well. But, until we can get ahold of one of the Shadows, all we can do is guess." "Which will get us nowhere. Are there any signs before they take someone?" Ghost asked as he shoved away from the wall and walked over to the group, satisfied that there wasn't anyone else around to eavesdrop on them.

"No. They don't seem to stalk the person they want from a distance; it's just a sudden kidnapping." "Damn it. There went the easy way." Gaz sighed as he scrubbed a hand over his face. "All we can really do is wait." "And I hate waiting." Price griped.

She strode through the corridor with a happy little skip in her steps, opening the door to a room and was greeted to the muffle shouts of a young man with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. "I'm so sorry that you've got to be my messenger, but! It's more fun this way!" She giggled as she reached for a pair of scissors and moved closer to the tied up man.

He struggled to get away from the young woman, but with how he was bound, he couldn't escape as she ripped the duck tape off his mouth, him about to beg for his life, but she shoved her fingers into his mouth as soon as it opened to keep him quiet.

"Ah-ah! No talking!" She said as she managed to pull his tongue out from his mouth. He struggled even more as she brought those scissors closer and closer to his mouth before he thrashed in pain as she began to cut his tongue out of his mouth. "Oh come on, sit still! I don't want to mess this up!" To anyone else, she appeared very cheery, but in truth she was still livid.

To have heard what happen to her father. To know it was one of those fucking 141 boys that did it! She was still pissed beyond belief. She wanted the bastard in her hands. She wanted him to suffer like her father did when he killed him!

Eliza hummed happily when the man's tongue came cleanly off, the man only able to whimper and moan in pain now as blood started to hastily drip out of his mouth. "Much better! Now! Let's finish up the rest of your makeover so we can deliver you to them!" She sung with a bright smile as she pulled a tray closer to her, pulling off the towel to reveal all kinds of tools and devices, none of them looking at all like they WON'T cause the man severe pain.

"Now just sit still and this will all be over soon. I promise." She lied, having planned to take her sweet time carving the man up until he was perfect. He was the first one the men found that looked almost exactly like the fucker who killed her father.

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The news had erupted the next morning when the body was found.

"...a mercenary group known as Shadow Company appears to be taking the credit for killing the victim. Micha Jaria was kidnapped over a week ago, and had plans to join the military in the next few years." The news report went on, but no one else really heard it as the image of what happened to Micha was displayed after the news channel advised viewer discretion.

The guy looked almost identical to Soap. And he's been completely mutilated. Tongue cut out, eyes removed, teeth missing, chunks of flesh cut off, he was scalped, and it seemed he died when his throat was slit.

"I guess I'm target number one." Soap said, feeling twistedly honored. "Well, at least we know who we'll need to keep a closer eye on." "Come on, Captain! Just because they did that to a civilian doesn't mean they'd be able to do it to me." Price sighed deeply.

"Johnny, don't get cocky. We all know you can handle yourself, but the Shadows are under new leadership. Leadership that's willing to do that to civvies." Ghost said, gesturing to the image still on the TV before it finally faded from the screen. "We want to get rid of their new leader as quickly as possible."

It clicked in Soap's head what Simon was saying and he smirked to the taller man. "You could've just asked for me to dress up like a hooker, Simon." He teased, getting an annoyed but affectionate sigh from the man. "So you'll play bait?" Soap nodded his head. "Of course."

"Alright. We'll get you some extra gear to wear under your street clothes and prepare a few other things." Laswell said and Soap nodded his head, watching as everyone except Ghost left. He smiled softly when Ghost wrapped his arms around his waist and tucked his face into his neck, his mask lifted up just enough so that he could place a kiss onto Johnny's neck.

"You'll be safe, right?" "Always. I'll come back to you, Simon." Ghost relaxed a little bit at the promise.

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It was barely four days later when the group was ambushed. They were on a mission following up on what appeared to be a solid lead on Shepard when the Shadows suddenly descended upon them.

They hadn't had a chance to recover any kind of sense or ground before bullets were flying and they were scrambling for cover, getting separated. Which was exactly what the Shadows were hoping for as they rushed to grab one of them, the others getting slammed with layer after layer of suppressing firing to keep them from stopping it from happening.

Of course, to their complete surprise, it wasn't Soap that they were watching getting the butt of a shotgun rammed into his temple to stun him while his hands were put in zip ties behind his back and a blackout bag was being yanked onto his head.

It was Price that was being taken.

"Price!" "Captain!" Both Ghost and Gaz barked, Soap trying to push, but more bullets slammed into the ground at his feet keeping him in place.

"Well, well, well! So you're the famous 141 boys." A female voice greeted their ears before a woman walked into view. She was 5' 5", barely looking like she weighed 135 lbs, with raven black hair, softly tan skin, and blue eyes.

But it was the eyes that haunted Soap.
They looked identical to Graves' own eyes.

"And who the bloody fucking hell are you?!" Ghost barked and the woman laughed. "Eliza. Eliza Graves." She stated with a snarl, death glaring Soap from where he was crouched. "Daughter of Phillip Graves. The man you murdered."

"He gave me no choice! He betrayed us! Aligned himself with General Shepard! I did what I had to!" "No choice?! You clearly didn't know a fucking thing about my father if you thought he even had a choice to begin with!" There were too many questions piling up around the others; was she really Graves's daughter, why hadn't they heard of her before, why did she wait so long to make her move, was she working for Shepard too? But the most daunting of those questions was staring at them right in the face.

What was she going to do with Price?

"Well, since you took my daddy, I might as well take yours. Later!" She cheerily said as she turned and waved, Price being thrown into the back of a SUV and it took off. A few other SUVs had taken off as well, and with a LOT less Shadows to deal with--there was 50 when they were ambushed--they could more easily pick them off and escape unharmed. "Fucking hell! That bitch!" Ghost growled as he slammed his foot into one of the dead Shadows; none of them would survive their injuries, so they couldn't interrogate any of them.

"Easy, Ghost. No need to lose your head." Gaz hushed, getting a death glared by the masked man, but spotting the look in his eyes to let him know that he understands why he's trying to calm him. "Are you boys alright?" Laswell spoke on the comms that finally came back in; there was a total comms blackout before the ambush.

"We are, but they took Price not me." Soap stated, a defeated tone in his voice. "It's not your fault, Soap. We still have no idea exactly how their new leader operates." "I don't really fucking care how she operates, Laswell: she's Graves's fucking daughter." Soap growled and they heard as Laswell gasped softly.

"But… That can't be true. I did a full background check on Graves as soon as I could; he doesn't have a girlfriend or wife, let alone a daughter." What? What the fuck was going on? "They have to be related though!" "How can you be so sure, Soap?" "They have the same fucking eyes! Not the same look in them, I mean the EXACT same eyes!"

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Well… This is certainly an interesting choice of music. Price thought to himself from the chair he was bound to. At first he had no idea why he had heard music when he came to, but then he realized that it was being blared from all of the speakers in this compound. He had a half a thought to wonder if the music could be heard outside of the compound, but given what this woman was fully capable and willing to do, he doubts that she'd want to draw unwanted attention to this place.

There wasn't any windows nor clocks in the room he was being held in, and his watch was behind his back. If it still even worked. He had been hopeful that he would be able to hear its very faint ticking and use that to measure out the time, but thanks to the damn music that's constantly blaring, he couldn't hear anything that was soft.

Maybe that's why she had the music constantly going? To drown out all of the softer sounds. So you couldn't hear someone sneaking around, couldn't hear if ropes had shifted just enough to be in your favor to break free.

"Just how many damn songs does she have?" He's guessing it's a playlist, but he STILL hasn't heard a single song properly repeat; he has heard the same song a few times, but they were all remix versions of it, so it didn't exactly count. "As many songs as I want. It's my music after all." Eliza said as she finally showed her face to Price.

"Comfy?" She mocked as she grabbed the back of the Captain's head as she walked by and shoved it down, faintly hearing as he grunted. "So, this the part where you interrogate me? Torture me?" Price spat and Eliza just laughed. "My! Such an imagination on you!" She giggled as she grabbed a syringe and a vial of some strange colored liquid, filled it to 5 CCs, and then turned to face Price. "No, I have something much better in mind."

She said as she walked towards Price, roughly grabbing his jaw, and then yanked his head to one side so she could inject whatever is in the syringe into Price's vein. "There! All better." She teased as she released Price's jaw and patted the top of his head--his hat was hanging up on the wall across the room from him, some kind of mocking gesture he expects.

"And what the bloody hell was that you just put in me?" "Oh, I think you'll be able to figure it out quickly." She teased as she inspected Price. "...Not a bad looking man for your age." She had ordered that Price be stripped down to his underwear as to not give him any type of advantage, but she was kind enough to keep his room comfortably warm. She could've just let him freeze in his room, given his current state of undress, but she was kinder than that. Certainly kinder than these fuckers.

"So your little boy said that he didn't have a choice when he killed my father." "He didn't." "Bullshit!" She barked, backhanding Price hard enough that he's certain the blood that started to leak into his mouth was from him involuntarily biting his cheek. "He had a choice! He had several choices! Choices that would have left my daddy alive! Would my daddy be unable to go out into the field with those other choices? YES! But he would still be alive!"

"So, are you doing this out of grief or revenge?" Price asked as he shifted a little bit. He knew that the room was kept warm, but…did she raise the temperature? "With you? Oh, no. I'm doing everything that I am to you for the fun of it." …What? "Are you mad?" "You mean crazy? Probably. But then, I had my daddy to make sure I didn't do shit like this." Eliza said as she walked closer to Price.

"It's not to say that he was restricting me in some way, or preventing me from doing this kind of thing with some kind of punishment; I really could have done something like this the entire time he was alive. No, daddy made me happy, so I had no reason to lash out like this." "And what kind of 'happy' are we talking about?" "He didn't touch my vagina or put his dick in it, if that's what you're thinking. No, he bought me toys, and games, and took me to the park or beach when the weather was nice."

That just…sounds like Graves being a good father. "You make him out to be a villain because he was on Shepard's side. Did you ever think that he was given orders that he couldn't refuse? That he would be risking my life, the lives of his men, if he refused them?" Price went silent. They HAD considered that, but it was after everything was said and done.

Price shifted again. Really, did she raise the temperature in here? This was starting to get uncomfortable. "Comfy?" She teased again and Price slightly shook his head. "Poor old man. I can help you get more comfortable, if you'd like?" "Oh? And just how do you…" He trailed off as she pulled off her shirt, revealing her breasts that were cradled in a neon blue bra. She smirked as she walked even closer to Price, standing right between his spread legs thanks to them being tied to the legs of the chair, leaning down as she giggled.

Price's eyes went right for her breasts, watching as they spilled a little bit out of the top of her bra from the angle that she's at. The fuck is wrong with you?! Price knew which way he swung and it wasn't for her team. So why..?

"That was a fucking aphrodisiac wasn't it?" "Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner!" She taunted as she reached down and gently started to rub Price's cock through his briefs, hearing as the man let out a shuddering gasp and feeling as his cock immediately stirred to life at the stimulation. "Oh, you don't look like you're happy to hear that." She mocked as she continued her actions despite the death glare Price was throwing her, though that look was getting weaker and weaker by the second.

"Of course not!" He growled before his hips moved of their own accord into her touch. "So you're sexually assaulting me for the fun of it?" "Mmm… More like raping you, but yeah! Why? You not into girls?" She said as she pulled on his briefs until they slid out of the way just enough for his cock and balls to be exposed. "Ooo, impressive for a Brit." "Fuck you." "Is that an invitation?" Eliza asked as he gripped Price's cock loosely in her hand and started to move it up and down his shaft, watching as the man's head fell back with a moan in his lips, but disgust weakly showing on his face.

Price whimpered pathetically when her touch left his cock, watching with heavy breaths as she stripped completely naked before sitting on his thighs. She giggled as she playfully rocked her hips back and forth, her clit gently rubbing against Price's shaft, watching as he weakly moaned and feeling as his hips jittered forward, his body craving more friction while it was clear in the look in his eyes that he fucking despised her.

"Goodie! I love me some hate sex." Eliza said with a honey tone, shifting herself so her vaginal opening was gently pressing against the tip of Price's cock. "Fuck…" He whined weakly. He's been given aphrodisiacs before, but none of them have worked this quickly on him before, nor has his sexual desire felt this intense before. In the way back of his mind, he doubts normal sex is going to actually satisfy him for a long while.

He choked on a moan when she sank down on his cock, feeling as she shivered a little bit, her pussy deliciously tight around him. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around Price's shoulders as she lifted her hips slowly, the old man's body shivering and rocking upwards to try and chase her body, to chase the pleasure that was flooding his veins. "Hmm? That didn't sound like an answer." She taunted, rolling her hips, smiling wickedly as Price once more choked on his moan, watching the conflict in his eyes as his body desired the pleasure she was giving him while his mind wanted nothing to do with this, to not have this happening at all.

"I'll ask you one last time before I just leave you like this: are you going to be good for me?" His breathing was heavy, his heart hammering his chest, and all he wanted was for this to stop and for her to sink back down his cock. Fucking drugs. Fucking psycho bitch. "I don't fuck crazy." "Suit yourself." She said as she immediately got off his lap and cock, Price hastily regretting his words as his body jolted, trying to get her back.

"W-Wait!" Eliza smirked as she turned back to face Price. "C-Can… Can we do this in an actual bed?" "Nope! Not dumb. We do this where you are now, or you can suffer with your pain from not getting off for the next 5 hours, since that's when this drug wears off naturally. It works through your system faster if you climax though." She said matter-of-factly, patiently waiting for his final answer.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, you bloody fucking whore. Fine! Fine, I'll… I'll be good." He panted, feeling defeated and pathetic. She smiled gently at him as she came back, straddling him once more as she softly stroked his face, Price leaning into her touch with an almost broken noise. "Sh, sh, sh. It's alright. You're ok." She soothed as she leaned forward, her breasts within reach of Price's mouth. The man lunged forward, his lips wrapping around one of her nipples, hearing as she softly moaned, a hand threading into his hair as he suckled hungerly. "I don't have any milk, sweet boy, but you can suckle all you like." She hushed as she slowly lowered herself so Price leaned forward with her movement. Price moaned, releasing her nipple from his mouth, as she sunk down fully on his cock.

She rolled her hips, grinding against him, smiling as he shivered and moaned, his hips bucking up into her pussy, shallowly fucking her. "That's it. Such a good boy." Price felt his body get pleasantly warm at the praise, but in his heart and soul he felt dirty and sick. Damn drugs.

She lifted up one of her breasts and he quickly latched onto it, suckling once more as she started to move. It was slow and steady, her lazily fucking him as he continued to give her nipple attention, pulling away to kiss all over her breast. Eliza threaded a hand into Price's hair, gently messaging his scalp. "Good boy. You just relax and enjoy, ok?" She said as she reached back to place her hands on his thighs and then she REALLY started to move.

Price's head fell back with a choked moan, bucking his hips up a little bit, feeling as she tightened a little bit around him when he did. "You got issues, bitch." "We all do. Sex is a good distraction from them, yeah?" She asked as she shifted her hips forward to get him deeper inside her, moaning as her tilted back. "Fuck, you got a good cock on you." He growled and lunged as far forward as he could, his mouth on her breasts, collarbones, and a little bit of her shoulders; he couldn't get to her neck, which annoyed him.

"Heh, you wanna bite me, old man? Put your mark on my neck?" Price weakly nodded his head as his hips bucked up into her again, smirking as she gasped softly. "I'd really fuck you if you'd let me do this is a bed." "Why? So you could kill me as soon as you were able to? I'm not stupid, old man." She said as she sat back down a bit harder than before, chuckling when Price moaned.

"How about a compromise?" "I'm listening." "If I untie your legs, you have to let me tie them up again after we're done. Deal?" Price chuckled darkly. "Not worried I'd be able to escape?" "Escaping is the last thing on your mind." Fuck, she was right too. This drug was strong as shit; even though she won't let him fuck her on a bed, he honestly doubts that he'd try to do anything BUT fuck her thanks to this drug. "...Deal." Price was genuinely impressed as he watched her bend backwards and undo the restraints on his legs.

He spread his legs and stretched them for a minute as she came back up and continued to ride him. "Straddle my thighs." He hushed as he moved his legs into a better position, feeling as her calves and feet gently brushed his thighs as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. He pushed himself back until he scooted down the chair a little bit before he planted his feet and immediately began to fuck her hard and steady.

"OH, F--UCK!" She barely managed before she let out an almost feral moan. "That's it, bitch. Take my fucking cock. Just like that." He panted as he kept thrusting his hips up into her. The pleasure from the drug was driving his actions now. He didn't give two shits that he was inside of a woman, that she was a fucking little psychopath, that none of this was anything he willingly wanted. All he craved was the blissful satisfaction he received as he pounded her cunt, chuckling softly when he felt her fluids drip down his cock and over his balls.

"Yeah, you fucking like this. Twisted little buer." "H-Hey, wanted…an experienced man…Haa…to be m-my first..!" Price wasn't sure what he felt drop in his stomach at her words, but he's hoping it wasn't anything good. "You…really are messed up, lass." Eliza chuckled as she tucked her face into Price's neck, planted kisses against the sweat slick skin there. "My daddy was a barrack bunny; must run in the family."

Well. That explained a couple of things about Graves.

"Like me? Liked men?" Price managed to ask as she started to drive herself down to meet his thrusts. She hummed weakly as she nodded her head. "No options here on base; ya'll killed all of his bi-boys." "You wanna call me Daddy, I won't stop you." Price got out before his lips were snared by hers, the kiss desperate and full of need. She really was using sex as a distraction.

And now he was fucking torn. He didn't want this in the slightest, and yet this seems to be providing her some modicum of comfort and relief from all of the pain and grief she's feeling. Was she the enemy? Yes. Was she also a child trying to figure out how to deal with the loss of her father in the only way she thinks will help? Also yes. Damn my heart. His gentler side doesn't always show itself and now he's hating that this is one of the times that it does.

"Fuck… Fuck, Daddy..!" "There you go, lass. That's a good girl." He praised as she dropped herself harder onto his cock, her face tucked into his neck as one of her hands threaded into his hair, the other leaving a few scratch marks on his shoulders. "Ngh…shit…" "Getting close?" Price hummed softly, his head falling back as he panted. "Hold on a bit longer. Be good." She reminded him and he nodded, doing a few mental tricks to hold off his release as long as he could.

"...You're getting tighter on me, lass. You close?" "Fuck, yes. Fuck..! Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please..!" She begged and Price complied, fucking her hard and fast, kissing and biting her neck now that he could reach it, hearing as she moaned, her body shivering from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Oh…fuck! Just like that… Just like that..! Daddy! Daddy, please! Please!" Price snared her lips a few moments before he felt her cunt get delightfully tight and then pulse around his cock; he only needed a few more thrusts before he was burying himself as deeply as he could inside of her before he was groaning into her mouth as he released his seed inside of her.

…Shit.
That's not good.

It was a few minutes before either of them had enough brain function to move. Eliza recovered first, getting off of Price's lap and cock with heavily shaking legs, her juices and his seed dripping down her thighs as she knelt down, grabbing his legs and moving them back until they were flush against the legs of the chair once more. To her surprise, Price held up his end of the deal and let her tie his legs back up, moving back into his original position to stay comfortable as he tried to get more body functions to work again.

"...Was…this a back up plan or something? Having sex with me in hopes you'd get pregnant?" Price asked as she pulled his briefs back up after cleaning him up. "No." She said, walking over to a table that was in the room and opened up a small package, holding up the box it had been in so Price could see it. Plan B. Birth control. "...I see."

She took the pill and swallowed it, chasing it down with a glass of water before she started to clean herself up. "Besides, I used spermicide 20 minutes before I even came in here. Don't want to risk things either." "And how do you know I'm clean?" "Pulled up your medical records. Hospitals are shockingly easy to hack into; likely because they don't believe that anyone would, and nearly all hackers have designated them as a big no-no, so I suppose I can see why they're lax about their cyber security."

This was the first time since he woke up here that she's been this friendly. "Guess good sex helps relax you, huh?" Eliza giggled at his comment, smiling softly at him. "No hard feelings about this then?" "No, I still hate you for forcing yourself onto me." She shrugged nonchalantly as she finished getting dressed. "I guess next time I'll leave you a little boy toy for you to play with."

Price scoffed in disbelief. "You'd really do that to someone else?" "What? You don't like girls! Figured you'd want to have sex with the gender you were interested in. My bad." "Nothing about your head is screwed on right, is it?" "Only the parts that matter to me!" She happily said, getting dressed and then skipping over to the trash that was in the room and tossing all of the stuff she used to clean both of them up.

"Now! Since you were such a good boy, I'll make sure you're fed. Nicely too." He's only been given food one other time, and his curiosity was getting the better of him in this moment. "...How long as it been? Since you've taken me?" "10 days." She said plainly. No trying to be coy, no honeyed words. Just the facts.

"Perhaps I'm pushing my luck, but…" "Whatcha wanting?" She asked as she walked over to him, leaning down so they were eye level with each other. "My cigars…" "Ah. Sure. You can have one after you're done eating." "...Thank you." Price said softly, glancing up to her when she stroked his cheek softly.

"I think we both know you weren't the one I wanted to take. But, given my choices at the time, you were the best option." "Liar." Eliza giggled playfully. "You're right. I wanted your boys to suffer like I have. Worried about their father, unsure if he's okay, if he's hurt or killed, if something worse has happened to him. If he's even going to come home, alive or not. And those feelings get worse the longer and longer they don't have those answers." They turned to look at the door when it was opened up, a Shadow shoving a man into the room, a bag over his head.

"Here you are, Ma'am." "Ah! Thank you, Eric. You mind getting our guest here a warm meal? Oh, and one of his cigars." "Certainly." Eric said as he stepped out of the room. Eliza grabbed the new man by his arm and dragged him to the other chair that was in the room, shoving him on it and tying him up before the blackout bag was pulled off of his head.

Price felt his heart stop when he saw the man. They were practically identical; yes, this chap had more facial hair than him, but if that gets trimmed there's no way to tell them apart. "There's at least seven people in the world that looks just like you. Spooky isn't it? Shall we get him cleaned up?" The question was rhetorical as she pulled out a beard trimmer and went to work, using Price as a live model.

Within a few minutes, Price was staring at his very confused body double. "There! Doesn't he look pretty?" "What the bloody hell are you going to do to him?" "What I'll do to you if your boys don't comply with the note I'm leaving with him." That sugary tone was back in her voice before she suddenly sunk a knife deep into the stranger's shoulder, the man screaming in agony, which got louder when she viciously ripped it forward and out of the poor civilian.

Price watched in absolute horror as she mutilated the other man. Watching as she shattered both of his legs and then twisted them until they could freely bend to extremely unnatural angles. As she had her men hold the man's arms taut as she sawed them in half, right at the elbow. As she cut his tongue out, which seemed to be her calling card. As she used a pair of pliers to rip all of teeth from his mouth.

Blood was pouring out of the victim's mouth at this point. Then she shattered the man's pelvis and ribs, the man screaming as best as he could from all of the pain he was in. "Have at him, boys!" She called as a few of her Shadows came into the room after she untied the civilian and shoved them to the ground. Price quickly turned away from the man after her Shadows stomped and kicked and punched the poor soul to their liking, them having started to strip the man of most of his clothes and started to rape him.

It was an hour of trying to ignore the sounds of skin slapping against skin, pleased moans and pain whimpers. And then Price snapped his attention back to the two Shadows and their victim when the sound of a gunshot rang through the room, Eliza's expression ice cold, a glock in her steady hand. She gave Price's body double a quick death by putting a bullet in his skull. "...Ah, there's your meal." Eliza said as Eric came back in the room with a bowl of oatmeal, a pealed and sliced banana, and a cup of Earl Grey tea. One of his cigars was indeed on the tray as well.

"I've got to make sure my gift to your boys is delivered to the correct location, but Eric will take care of you, ok?" Price weakly nodded his head as he watched the corpse be dragged out of the room like it was just a luggage bag. "Be good to him, Eric. He's been a good boy." "I will." He said as he watched his boss leave the room. He set the tray on his knee after he knelt down and started to feed Price the food, cleaning up his face if he happened to make a mess.

Of course, it seems all good things have a catch when it came to the Shadows. Eric set the tray FAR out of reach, looking Price up and down with a hungry look. "Let me feed you the last of your meal, and then you can have your cigar." He purred as he gripped his dick through his pants, Price noting that it was already fully erect. "Not fucking happening. I think I'll go without the cigar, thanks." "Nonsense! Boss said you were a good boy after all." He said as he opened up his pants and fished out his cock, holding it for Price to take into his mouth.

Price kept his mouth shut and death glared the man. The drug that Eliza had injected him with had been out of his system for a while now, so he no longer had an interest in anything of that nature. Eric was pissed about it though, and clocked him hard in the temple, stunning Price for just long enough for Eric to grab him by the back of his head and shove him forward and force his mouth onto the Shadow's cock. "Oh, that's it, baby. Just like that." He purred as he held Price's head still as he fucked his mouth and throat, tears forming in the corners of Price's eyes as he gagged and choked on the man's cock.

"Heh, she wasn't wrong. You really are a good boy." He cooed, roughly pulling on his hair to pull him further onto his cock. This only lasted for 5 minutes before the door to the room opened up again and there was another gunshot, Price jumping from the sudden sound, watching as Eric slumped forward and then fell to the ground, blood leaking out of the bullet hole right between the man's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect him to mistreat you like that." Eliza said as she came back into the room, gently cleaning up Price's mouth and face. She fetched the cigar, prepped it, and lit it up after she held it out for the Captain to take into his mouth. "Jake!" She called and another Shadow came into the room. "Shit. I've got it, Eli." "Thank you." Jake grabbed Eric's hair and used that as his hold as he dragged the body out of the room. "I'll make sure your room is cleaned of all this blood." She hushed as she stroked his hair softly, waiting until Price was done with his cigar before putting it out and leaving the room with the food tray in hand.

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They had been searching for any signs of Price or the Shadows when Ghost spotted a small group of them leaving an area after dropping something off. "I think I have something." He hushed into the comms, hearing as Soap quickly caught up to him before Gaz, Laswell, and Alejandro joined his side, taking his six and trailing behind him.

"Bloody..!" "No!" Gaz shouted as he rushed to the body on the ground, gently turning it onto its side and gasping loudly. "NO! Please, no!" "What? Who..?" Soap started as he jogged over, only for his words to fail him as he saw Price's horrified and pained face, forever frozen that way thanks to the bullet that was put through his head.

His arms were half gone, his legs were bent at impossible angles, his tongue and teeth were missing, there was signs that his pelvis and ribs had been shattered, as well as signs that he was beaten before he was raped, drying semen on his mouth and between his ass cheeks.

"No…" Soap hushed as he fell to his knees. They failed him. They were suppose to get him back. They were supposed to find these damn Shadows and this Eliza Graves and take them down and save him! Tears fell down his face as he so faintly felt Ghost wrap his arms around him.

"...Wait." Alejandro hushed as he walked over and knelt down next to the body, patting it down. "Really?!" Soap shouted, wanting to lunge from the Colonel, but Ghost's grip on him kept him still. "...Thought so." He said as he pulled out a folded piece of paper. "...What?" "This isn't him. It's a body double." Alejandro said as he unfolded the note after closing the likely civilian's eyes.

Members of the 141, I have a very simple deal. You hand over John "Soap" MacTavish at the designated location, and we'll give you back Captain Price. Alive. You have three days to comply, and if we don't see you at the location by midnight on the third day, what we did to our messenger, we will do to your Captain. -Eliza Graves.

"Twisted whore!" "Easy, Soap." "No! No, this is so fucking deranged!" He shouted as he managed to break free of Ghost's hold, pacing away from the group. "It's a mind game, hermano. She's trying to get into your head, shake you." "Yeah, well… It's fucking working..!" He barked as he shivered and scrubbed a hand over his face.

Lord, to think she had been able to find someone who looked EXACTLY like Price..! "Johnny," Ghost started as he walked over to Soap and wrapped him up in his arms once more, "breathe. Just breathe." The inhale Johnny took was shaky and showed just how much he had been rattled by this stunt.

"What we do know right now is that Price is still alive. And that we have three days to plan our next move." "There is no fucking next move! We're fucking pinned, Simon." He said as he turned in his lover's arms, looking him dead in the eyes. "If she wants me, she can have me. Anything to get Price back."

"But, Soap!" "Gaz, just…" Soap sighed, completely and utterly drained. "Johnny's right." Laswell spoke, getting everyone's attention. "We know where they're going to be, and what they want. If we give them what they want, there's going to an exchange. We can make our move when the exchange is happening." "You sure that's going to work, Laswell? I've seen them go south before." "Do we have any other option, Alejandro? Either we comply with their demands and use the exchange as our only chance to make sure we get Price back without actually handing over Soap, or we don't do what they want and he dies. They've tied our hands."

"Can I continue to curse Graves for doing what he did?" Ghost asked and no one said that he couldn't.

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Price grunted loudly as he felt the bat slam right into the sore spot that was forming on his ribs. He hasn't felt anything crack, but damn, if that bastard kept swinging the bat like that, it just might! "...Alright, shoo." Eliza ordered as she waved her Shadows away, leaving her and Price, who was hung from the ceiling like a piñata, alone.

"So, no longer on friendly terms I see." "Oh we were never friendly. Like you said, good sex relaxes me." Price spat out some of the blood in his mouth in response. "Hey it's either this or letting my boys rape you until EVERYONE has had a turn. And I don't think you want 50 men fucking you nonstop for who knows how long." Price laughed weakly. "How considerate of you..!"

Eliza rolled her eyes as she cut the rope and watched as Price roughly dropped to the floor. As she predicted, Price tried to take the chance since he wasn't completely bound, to try and make a move. He rushed her, trying to sweep her legs, but she quickly moved out of the way and smoothly went into a roundhouse kick, catching the old man in the throat, but not stunning him like she was expecting.

He coughed as he stumbled back, still on alert, and the duo circled each other like two predators ready to strike. "You could just let me go, you know." "I could, but where's the fun in that? No, I want to make sure that I teach your little Johnny a proper lesson before I even think to start considering letting either of you go." Price gripped the rope around his wrists tighter and tried to whip the loose end onto her face; she countered by easily catching it and then yanking Price forward, getting him to stumble just enough for her to get behind him, wrap the rope around his neck, and started to pull.

John had trouble getting out of her hold, losing air fast, and started to get lightheaded as his knees started to buckle. Eliza kicked the back of his legs and he immediately went down, struggling to pull the rope off of his neck, especially since the rope around his wrists was preventing him from being able to even grab the rest of it. "This really how you want to go?" Price didn't answer her, but she knew by the way he kept trying to reach for the rope around his neck.

Price gasped as she released her hold and he collapsed to the ground, coughing roughly as he gulped down air gratefully. She put her boot on his neck to keep him down as she whistled loudly. The door to the room opened up and a Shadow came into the room. "Go on." Price didn't see what kind of gesture she made, her other boot was in his face after all, but he felt as hands grabbed his waist and shoved him up onto his knees, his briefs being ripped down and he quickly gritted his teeth for what was next.

Eliza watched with a dead stare for a full half hour as her Shadow raped Price roughly, not giving two shits about the situation at all. Once the man came inside of the Captain, she ushered him away, moved her boot from Price's neck to between his shoulders, and knelt down so Price could look at her eyes. "THAT is what will happen every time you misbehave. We understand each other?" "Piss off, twat." She smiled warmly to him. "Be a good dog and stay."

She said as she started to move away from Price. The door was still open and he could have easily tried to make a break for it again, but he didn't want to risk getting killed so he stayed where he was. "Oh, who's a good boy?" She mocked as she cleaned up Price's ass, pulling his briefs back up before yanking the man onto his feet. "Walk." Price scowled at her but started to walk.

Normally, there was a blackout bag thrown over his head to keep him from seeing anything, but this time he could see his surroundings. And judging from what he saw, this was the old mafia building. Which meant it was a highly secure and blended into the surrounding area very well. Damn it.

He was lead to a room that wasn't his original one and he glanced to Eliza with a cocked brow. "Besides your little…mishap earlier, you HAVE been a good boy. I reward dogs when they behave." "I see." He said as he inspected the room. It honestly wasn't half bad; two chairs, a sink, a toilet, and a bed. The room was sparse and plain, and the bed didn't have any sheets on it, but its mattress was brand new. "Going to let me sleep without neck pain?" "Nope!" She said as she shoved him onto one of the chairs and tied him up.

"That's going to be for something else. Now, we both know these are solid metal chairs, so you ain't getting out of them on your own, but don't do anything to hurt yourself, alright?" She hushed as she pulled out Price's hat from the inside of the jacket she was wearing and hung it up on a hook that's across the room. "Sleep well." Eliza said as she left the room after ruffling his hair.

After Price heard the door close he sighed deeply. He can see that Eliza, despite all of the crazy shit she's done, is a brilliant and cunning mind with a keen sense of when she does and doesn't have the advantage. A woman like her would thrive in the 141. The only problem is that she wants to most likely kill Soap, and he can't have that happen. "If only there was a way to redirect her anger and grief…"

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Ghost had his arms wrapped around Johnny as he adjusted the last of his gear into a more comfortable spot. He was wearing his street clothes, the group prepared as best as they could be for the exchange that was happening in only a couple of hours.

"Please come back to me. Please, Johnny. I'm not asking as Ghost, I'm asking as Simon. Please…" Soap turned in Simon's arms and gently hushed him as he held his face in his hands, the man's mask off at the moment. "It'll be ok. Things will go fine. We'll get Price back AND take down the Shadow's new leader. This Eliza is smart, but she won't see this coming. Not if she's cocky like her father."

It was that 'what if' that was bothering Ghost the most. What if Eliza WASN'T like her father and didn't drop her guard even if she is cocky? It was one of several unknowns that had him scrambling up all of the walls like a coked out spider. "Just… Johnny, please--" He was cut off when Soap kissed him deeply, feeling as Johnny pressed their chests together as his arms wrapped around his shoulders. It was grounding to Simon and helped calm him down enough to release Soap from his grasp.

"...You ready?" Laswell asked as she walked into the room; Alejandro and Rudy were providing overwatch for the group as she, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz went to the location to 'hand over' Soap. If things went as they planned, they'd be able to catch Eliza off guard when Price and Soap were next to each other in the middle of the location with long distance sniper support from Alejandro and Rudy before they drew their own guns and started firing. The ensuing chaos should provide enough cover for Soap to get Price and for them to run away and lay low for a while.

If everything went right, that is.

"Aye. Let's get the Captain back."

As the group walked into the building, the first thing that hit them was an odd wine-like smell that wafted into the air. Granted, as the setting sun provided cover for Rudy and Alejandro, they could see wine barrels scattered around the place, so perhaps it wasn't too odd in the first place.

"Price!" Gaz shouted as two Shadows yanked the man out of an armored SUV. He was clearly beaten and bruised, his hat missing, and was wearing only a pair of pants, but he was alive. "So! You decided to show up! Missed daddy that much, huh?" Eliza asked as she climbed on top of the SUV Price had been pulled out of, sitting down with her legs swinging off the back of it.

"You fucking--" "Ah, ah, ah!" Eliza barked as she blindly fired a round into the building before she showed the gun that had been tucked behind her jacket, aiming it right at Price's head. "Be nice, puppy. Otherwise, daddy gets a new hole to breathe through." "It's alright, Johnny. Just calm down." Price soothed, not missing the soft whine that came from the Scotsmen.

"We doing this or what?" "My! For wearing the skull of one of the cartel members that killed your squadmates, and tortured and raped you, you certainly have no patience, mister!" Ghost froze. The part of the skull he sewed into his mask might not be true, but the rest of that sentence? That was. That had been the truth. But how on earth did she know that?

"...Did I spook you, Simon Riley?" Eliza asked with a shit-eating smirk and Ghost almost lunged for the woman. However, Laswell grabbed his shoulder to quickly ground the man and get him to calm. "Awe… Did you have to stop the pitbull? It's more fun when they're not trained."

"We all know why we're here." "That we do. But why should I just hand him over without any banter? That's kinda boring." "You are a piece of work, just like your father." Soap growled and that seemed to touch a nerve as she scowled at him. "And what do you know of my father? Hmm?

"Did you know that he was a very kind man? That he gave me toys, and took me to arcades when he could find them? Or that he took me to the park or the beach whenever the weather was nice enough? That he and all my grandpas and uncles made sure that I was happy? That they trained me to know how to use a gun and fight, but taught me to never use either of those things unless I was protecting someone I loved and cared about?

"That he took a vested interest in my education, helping me with what he knew when I was stuck, getting tutors for the things he didn't know that well? That he went to EVERY parent-teacher conference, no matter how little sleep he's had, or if he's had anything to eat, or if he was injured? Did you know we celebrated my 17th birthday together before he took that assignment from Shepard?!" She screamed, tears pooling in her eyes, and guilt and shame washed through the group, Gaz unable to look at her, Laswell looking at her with deep sorrow in her eyes.

"Clearly you didn't know any of that! So don't you dare fucking say that you know ANYTHING about my father! You knew him when he was the leader of the Shadows! You didn't know him outside of it!" Eliza stated with heavy anger in her voice. Soap kept his gaze steady on her despite that. "He could have refused Shepard's orders."

"He couldn't, actually." One of the Shadows spoke up and it caught the group's attention. "He played dirty, showing Graves a live feed of Eli hanging out at a friend's birthday party, telling him that he has hitmen ready to strike if he doesn't obey his orders." "W-What..?" The Shadow stepped closer, pulled out a phone, and tossed it to the other group, Ghost catching it with ease. When he unlocked the phone, the first thing was an old livestream that was dated with the date of when the betrayal happened. Hitting play, it indeed showed footage of Eliza hanging out and dancing with other people at a house.

"How do we--" "Phillip liked you guys. He doesn't fuck over those he likes." The Shadow interrupted and Ghost softly cursed. "...And he was always soft on Johnny. Fuck…" "They're not lying?" Gaz asked and Simon shook his head. "My father was FORCED to follow orders and ya'll fucking assumed he did it on his own! I really should just kill your daddy; make it fair after all. Your father for mine. But, that's not doing my father justice."

"Which is why you want me. …Alright." Soap said as he raised his hands in surrender. "...It's a shame. You're a good man, Soap. But I need to make this right. For my father's sake." Soap nodded his head and Eliza made a gesture, the Shadows holding onto Price releasing him and the exchange started.

Price had caught early on the hand signal Laswell threw his way, so he knew they had a plan as he limped his way across the floor towards his team as Soap slowly walked towards the Shadows with his arms raised. He's hoping their plan will--

A gunshot echoed loudly in the room, everyone stunned for a moment before Soap slowly glanced from where Eliza had a gun pointed at him to down his body, his entire body starting to shake a little bit as he saw the gunshot wound in his stomach starting to collect blood around it. There was sudden hail of bullets from the Shadows, and the 141 scattered for cover. This sure as shit wasn't part of their plan! A molotov was thrown at the entrance of the building, blocking the way the group had come into the build as a few Shadows rushed forward, throwing a blackout bag over Price's and Soap's heads, before dragging them to the SUV Eliza was still sitting on top of.

"Hope you enjoy my gift!" She shouted as she climbed into the SUV, it quickly starting up and leaving, along with two others. Ghost knew something was wrong when, despite the fire being so far away from him, he was feeling intense heat behind him. At this point, the sun was cresting below the horizon, and in the darker parts of the building, between the flashes of gunfire, he saw it. And he could only see it in the darker parts of the building.

"Ethanol fire! It's encircled the whole building; we're trapped!" "Shit!" Gaz shouted as the 141 started to return fire. Ghost could faintly see that near invisible fire start to climb the walls of the building they were in. A fucking barn of all things. "She means to burn everyone in here alive!" "That would include her men though!" "I don't think she fucking cares, Rudy." Ghost growled as he started to move though the shadows of the area, trying to find a way out before they were completely trapped inside.

"Right side! Far back of the barn! There's still a way out!" He shouted loud enough to be heard over the gunfire; while most of the Shadows were fully committed, even if it meant death, a tiny number of them weren't, and made a break for the only way out of the building. Which also meant that there was a break in the gunfire and the 141 could more easily make their escape. "Alejandro!" "Half a mile southeast!" He shouted over the comms as he and Rudy rushed to the escape vehicle that was set up for Soap and Price to use.

Ghost had knocked out one of the Shadows as they were escaping, slinging him over his shoulders. He planned to "talk" with the man when he woke up again. For now, they just needed to get out of the area. Later that night, the news reported that 16 people were found burned to death in a winery storage; the fire was suspected to be an accidental ethanol fire that was ignited due to some faulty wiring sparking during a power surge.

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Soap came to with a jolt, his head jerking around to try and figure out what the fuck was going on and where he was. He settled a little when he saw Price, but tensed when he realized that they were both bound to the chairs they sat in. "You alright, son?" "I-I…think so? Ngh!" He grunted as the dull pain in his gut shot through him and he remembered that he got shot in the stomach.

Glancing down, he was a little surprised but relieved that his wound had been cleaned and dressed. "What fucking rounds did she have in that gun?" "It's a modified glock to allow it to fire custom made armor piercing rounds." Eliza said as she walked into the room, a warm smile on her lips. "Hi! How you doing, you fucking murderer?" She said cheerily, two plastic condiment squeeze bottles in her hands as she walked over to a cart that was in the room, setting them down on it.

"You fucking bitch!" Soap barked as he tried to lunge at her despite being bound to the chair, getting Eliza to giggle. "What? You honestly thought that I'd just hand over your daddy? Or that I hadn't anticipated that you'd try to make a move during the exchange? I'm not an idiot, puppy. Though it was smart of you to bring two snipers with you and to come during sunset." The backhanded compliment didn't sting as badly as the bullet wound in Soap's belly.

"Oh, shut it. I didn't hit anything vital. Killing you like that wouldn't do my father justice nor give me that satisfaction that I want. Why should you get an easy out when my father suffered?" Eliza growled as she grabbed one of the bottles. "Now, I had originally planned to use the other bottle for this little moment, but I thought about it and I didn't want to leave your dear Captain out of the fun." She said as she started to pour the liquid that was in the bottle onto Soap's naked skin, the man also just in his underwear.

Soap's demolition training kicked in a few moments after she started to pour the contents of the bottle onto him, running through all the different accelerants that it could be. And then the smell reached his nose and he felt dread run down his entire spine.

It was gasoline.

"Hang on, I--" He couldn't even begin to get his plea out as she quickly lit a match and ignited the gas that was on his left arm and shoulder. He gasped and gritted in teeth and tried to bear the pain as his skin was being burned. Price watched in horror as Soap's arm and shoulder were being burned, the young man's face twisted in agony as he desperately tried to keep from making any kind of noise.

It wasn't even a full minute before, "STOP! PLEASE! ELIZA, PLEASE!" Price screamed as soon as he heard the softest whimper from Soap. She stood there with anger in her eyes and disgust warping her face, another 10 seconds passing with such tortuously slow agony, and then she was moving, grabbing things to smother the flames, and after a few more long moments, the fire was extinguished.

It thankfully looked that Soap only sustained second degree burns on his entire left arm. "Wow. Papa really cares for you, huh, puppy?" Eliza said as she grabbed Soap's jaw and pulled his head up so they were looking each other in the eyes. Those eyes…

"...You really do have his eyes." "Oh, thank you." She said softly, threading a hand through his hair before she walked over to Price and bent down. "Not fun to watch someone you love suffer, is it?" "You happy now?" John growled at her and she straightened up, thinking about it. "...Not really. Certainly feel better after that, but I'm still on the fence if I'm gonna kill him or not." Soap laughed weakly. "Not enough to shoot and burn me, huh?" "Nah. Fun though!" Eliza said warmly as one of her Shadows came into the room and whispered something into her ear. "Excellent! You mind bringing our other guest in here? Have a bit of a family reunion?" "Of course." The Shadow said as he walked out of the room again.

"...Who else did you take?" "Oh, no one you know. But! It's certainly gonna be fun to see how our other guest reacts to what I plan to do to them!" She said cheerily as she grabbed the metal chair that Price was in and dragged it a little further back, doing the same with Soap's chair; a few minutes later, a woman with a blackout bag on her head and bound to her own chair was carried into the room, being put in the middle of the 141 men.

The woman was whimpering softly, but not softly enough that it seems like her mouth was duck taped shut or was gagged in any way. After a few more moments, much to the surprise to Price and Soap, Valeria was being dragged into the room and shoved onto her knees, hands bound tightly behind her back.

"¡Maldita puta! ¡Te arrepentirás de llevarme!" Valeria barked at Eliza who just rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. The dangerous El Sin Nombre, ooh." She mocked, fake shiver and all. "I brought you here to pass along a message, and I know you're not going to be very cooperative about it." "What gave that away, puta?" Soap doesn't know if he should be impressed or scared that Eliza managed to track down and capture Valeria after she escaped from prison.

"Just a hunch after working with, and betraying, your kind before. You cartel lords think you're so untouchable, that you have no weakness, no way to be manipulated. But everyone has a weakness." Eliza said as she pulled the blackout bag off the bound woman's head and Price saw fear flicker in Valeria's eyes for just a moment when the face of the rather beautiful woman was revealed.

"I can see why you used her as a mule. Hardly anyone expects such a pretty little thing to be hiding drugs on her body. And such devotion to you too…" Eliza purred as she trailed her fingers over the bound woman's shirt that she was still wearing, gently pulling the fabric up until a brand with Valeria's initials and the mark of El Sin Nombre that was above the woman's left hipbone was on display. "I'm guessing only those who show you pure devotion earn this little mark, no?"

Valeria was barely managing to keep her cool, the fear and concern in her lover's eyes was stressing her out, but if she kept calm than she would too. "Or perhaps you fell in love with her after she showed you nothing but that pure devotion, so you branded her and let her into your bed?" Eliza smirked at the tiny twitch that got out of the cartel leader. "But she'll be free game if there's no claim on her." "The fuck are you talking about? You plan to skin her?"

"I mean I could, but judging from the scarring of that brand, it's mark is likely muscle deep. And cutting off that much flesh would just kill her, so there's no point in that. But! Skinning isn't the only way to removed flesh." Eliza cheerfully stated as she skipped over to the cart and grabbed the other bottle, the one she had originally planned to use on Soap but didn't, before she skipped back. She pulled up the woman's shirt just high enough that she could tuck it into the bra she was wearing before she began to pour the liquid in the bottle onto the brand, Eliza's captives noting that the woman was already squirming a little bit.

That wine-like smell was filling the room slightly and then Eliza was lighting another match and putting it to the woman's skin. But despite the screams of pain she was releasing, none of them saw a flame. What was going on? "Isabella?" Valeria asked with a quiver of fear in her voice. But Isabella just screamed and writhed in pain, her skin being eaten away by some invisible flame.

Eliza was just standing there, a shit-eating grin on her face as she reveled in the torture she was putting Valeria's woman through, at the fear and panic slowly growing in Valeria's eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me make things a bit clearer for you." She said as she made a quick hand gesture and soon all sources of light were gone.

Except for the bright blue flames that were burying themselves into Isabella's hip.
It was an Ethanol that she poured onto the woman's skin.

"You twisted bitch!" Soap barked, angry with what was being done to an innocent woman as far as he was concerned, though the terror that flooded his veins was hard to ignore, knowing that could have been done to his arm. "What? Either Valeria will be a good girl and fold, or she'll watch as her lover has her entire hip burned away! It's a test of devotion! To see just how much she really loves pretty little Isabella here!" Eliza explained, her gaze snapping to Valeria and for the second time in her life, Valeria felt complete and total fear as she stared into the dead eyes of this Eliza.

It was like looking at that man Graves all over again, listening to his genuine honesty when he told her that she'll learn the difference between those 141 boys and him.

"¡S-Para! ¡Detener! ¡Apagarlo! ¡Por favor! ¡No lastimes a mi flor más de lo que ya lo has hecho! ¡Por favor, por favor! ¡Entregaré tu mensaje! ¡Deja de lastimar a mi Isabella!" Valeria screamed as tears filled her eyes, not falling, but her fear was on full display; she was absolutely terrified of losing someone she loved so dearly, especially since she was the one to turn her back on one of her first true loves when she betrayed Alejandro to do what she believed would provide the best protection for their Las Almas.

"Oh what a good girl!" Eliza praised as she stayed put for a few moments longer, enjoying the dread and total horror on Valeria's face as she thought she won't listen to her before she moved and smothered the fire on Isabella's body, the bound woman crying in both pain and relief. "Eres una niña demente." Valeria growled and Eliza shrugged. "Have you seen who else is in this room? Does that really surprise you?" She asked as she treated and dressed the horrific third degree burn. "I'd hold your tongue if I were you." Eliza growled as she glared at Valeria from the corner of her eye. "I give the word and you can watch as 6 men rape your Isabella until their satisfied, and I can't promise that my men won't kill her just so they can have a new hole to fuck."

Valeria swallowed loudly, shaking a little bit. She's never met anyone that has made her feel so small and helpless in YEARS, let alone by someone as young as this girl tending to her sweet flower; Eliza barely looked old enough to drink, let alone have anyone believing that she'd be able to do ANYTHING that she just did with such a bored expression.

It was equally as scary for Soap and Price to see Valeria so afraid. She was a normally cold, calculating, tactical, smartmouthed bitch. So see her shaking in fear, terrified to speak lest something happens to someone she genuinely appears to love very dearly…

Eliza finished treating and dressing the burn on Isabella's body before she turned her attention back to Valeria, walking over to her and gently cradling her jaw in her palm. "Don't worry, kitten, it's a very simple message I want you to deliver." She said as she leaned in so she could whisper into Valeria's ear, pulling back a few seconds later. "You can deliver that for me, can't you?" "S-Si." "Good girl." She hushed as pulled out a knife and cut the ropes binding Valeria's arms behind her back.

Soap thought that Valeria was going to lash out at Eliza, but he watched as the woman rushed over to Isabella, cradling her face in her hands as she pressed their foreheads together; it reminded him of when he'd come back from solo missions and Ghost would do the same thing. "Lift up the other side of her shirt." Eliza hushed and Valeria did so. Relief washed over her body when she saw her brand above Isabella's right hipbone, still marking Isabella as hers. And the brand looks fresh, still healing but would clearly look the exact same as the one that was burned away and destroyed.

Eliza whistled and three of her Shadows came into the room, putting blackout bags on Isabella's and Valeria's heads before they both were escorted out of the room. Eliza pulled Price's and Soap's chairs back to their original places after the door to the room was closed again. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Soap scoffed at her question. "Oh come on, you can't tell me you didn't find a tiny bit of joy seeing Valeria in fear." Well…

"It's not the kind of fear we want her to feel though." Price countered and Eliza nodded her head after a moment. "Guess that's fair. Will make her paranoid as shit though, which I find funny. You'd think that a cartel lord would already be cautious and have backup plans of backup plans and provide strong security for those they love and care for, and yet it was so pathetically easy to take Isabella away without her being the wiser until we tracked Valeria down and took her too.

"And it's always after something or someone they love has been taken and recovered that they FINALLY ramp up security like they should have long before that happened. But I guess no one is really that aware of how vulnerable they are until shit happens." Price hated that she has a point; he got the same way after Laswell was taken when she was on a mission with him and Gaz. He had thought she would be okay, but he had been so wrong. He's grateful that Farah was willing to dedicate one of her people to be Laswell's personal bodyguard from a distance, providing the same protection for Laswell's wife since he didn't want to risk her getting drawn into all of this shit.

"But, why don't we finish off today with a good high?" Eliza said as she walked back to the cart, pulling out a vial and a syringe. And it was a vial Price was familiar with since she used it on him before. That damn, strong as shit aphrodisiac. He watched as she filled the syringe to 8 CCs before putting the vial down and started to make her way to Soap, who looked both confused and worried about what was in the syringe.

"Don't you fucking do it!" Price yelled, getting Eliza's attention. "Don't you fucking inject him with that! You don't get to put that evil on him!" Eliza laughed warmly. "Oh, did you like it that much the first time? Hmm?" "Price?" "He's never been exposed to that before; I'm sure as shit not about to let him be injected with it now. You want what you're after? You inject me." She gave him a soft smile as she walked over to Price, about to grab his jaw but was surprised when he tilted his head to the side to give her full access to his neck.

"He really is an innocent puppy, huh?" "Young and with a good man. Don't put him through that." He explained as he felt the needle pierce his vein, letting her inject the drug into his system. He knew it acted fast, but not that quickly. Perhaps he could--

"No, hey!" Price barked as he saw that she didn't inject all of the aphrodisiac into his body, watching helplessly as Soap was injected with about 3 CCs worth of the drug. "You cunt! I was fucking willing!" "It didn't seem right to me that he'd be left out of the fun! 'Sides, he's cute. Wanna see just how much of a puppy he is." She said as she moved behind Soap, Price able to see as she put what he thinks is spermicide on her fingers and then moved them between her legs.

"What the fuck did you inject into me?" "You'll find out soon enough. Captain over there is gonna feel its effects before you do. But you'll be okay! Yes you will, pretty puppy!" She cooed, baby talking Soap as she pet his hair, the man jerking his head away from her touch.

"But hey! You remember what's in this room, right?" Eliza asked Price as she walked over and threaded a hand through his hair as he thought on it, feeling as his body started to heat up a little bit. There were the chairs, a toilet, a sink, and--

The look of realization washed over his face as he couldn't help but smirk a little with a chuckle. "Taking me up on my previous offer, huh?" "Well, it did sound appealing, but your old room just didn't have one and I didn't want to try and move you after injecting you with that; too many of my men would be on you in minutes to take advantage of the situation." Given what he's seen and experienced what her Shadows were more than willing and almost eagerly wanting to do to him and those she's chosen to be her next victim, he believes her.

Soap shifted in his chair a little bit as he saw Price's breathing get heavier, a small bit of flush crawling over his face and neck. He can't tell how long it's been, but he sure as shit was enthralled as he watched Eliza start to strip naked. Nice figure… Wait, what? The fuck? I mean, he guesses that's true, if he takes in his pastime of drawing into consideration, but… That thought didn't take that in; that thought was more along the ones he has whenever he and Ghost are alone.

What is this? What was it that she injected into us? Is… Is it warmer in here that earlier? Soap was trying to get his brain to clear the fog that was beginning to flood his head as he watched Eliza leaning over Price, her hands pressing against his thighs; they both leaned in and kissed each other hungrily. But… Price was with Nikolai and Gaz, why was he kissing this bitch with such heat? What-- It's an aphrodisiac. Price was right. He's never been exposed to them before, never really needed to given his high sex drive and willingness to spread his legs for Ghost.

"You gonna be a good boy?" Price hummed softly, squirming in his chair as a tent formed in his briefs, his breathing heavy and face flushed. Eliza straddled Price's chair and Soap watched as his Captain lunged forward, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and sucking on it, Eliza moaning softly as she threaded a hand into his hair. "Oh, what a hungry boy you are." She cooed as she let him suck and kiss all over her breasts, her mental counting reaching 15 minutes.

Price whined when she moved away, but he watched eagerly as she knelt down and undid the bindings on his legs, his eyes following her as best as he could as she moved behind the chair, trailing a hand down his chest, his body reacting and pressing up into the touch. "Same deal as before: I untie you, you've got to let me tie you back up after we're all done." "Deal. Please…" "Shh… Such a good boy." She praised, Price trying to ignore the spark that jumped in his belly at it, but not really doing the best job at it.

Yes, he knew that despite him being more willing to do this, it was still coerced sex, still rape to some degree. Still, he quickly stood up when she unbound his arms and followed her to the bed, hastily kicking off his briefs and completely forgetting that Soap was also in the room. The drug had taken full effect at this point, he suspects because of the adrenaline that had surged in his blood when she had injected the rest of the dose she pulled into Soap.

Price grabbed her waist and guided her to sit down on the bed, falling to his knees as he hooked her legs over his shoulders. Eliza gasped, hands digging into Price's hair as he started to devour her pussy, his lips locking around her clit and gently sucking on it for a few moments before he moved his attention to her entrance and working it with his tongue, licking the opening a few times before he wiggled the wet muscle into and lazily thrusting his tongue in and out of her.

"Oh, dirty girl. Getting wet already?" He taunted as he put both her legs onto only one of his shoulders as he stood up, slipping two of his fingers into her and quickly worked them in and out of her, smirking when she moaned and gasped, shifting around as she gripped the bare mattress she was laying on. "D-Daddy..! Please!" "Shh, little girl… Just a little longer." He hushed as he continued to fingerfuck her, curling his fingers and smirking when her back arched with a loud, choked gasp.

Eliza turned into a shaking mess of moans as Price kept up his current attention, the older man watching as her head thrashed back and forth, her back in a constant arch, feeling against his body as her legs shook from the pleasure he was giving her. She whined when he withdrew his fingers, giggling softly when he licked them clean before he lowered her legs; she cocked a brow when he turned her so she was on her tummy and bent over the bed, but her confusion was quickly forgotten as he thrusted into her, hearing him moan lowly, the tip of his cock buried inside her as he rested his forehead against her shoulder.

"Bloody hell, you feel so fucking good like this." "Daddy, please..! I want your cock…want you to fuck me." He shushed her softly, tilting her head so he could kiss her gently. "Patience, my dear. You be good for me, and I'll be good for you." Eliza nodded her head, understanding that he'd keep his word to be good and not try to kill her. Price slowly pushed his hips forward, sinking more of his cock inside of her deliciously tight pussy until he was fully buried inside of her, chuckling as she shivered and moaned at the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.

"You like that? Like being filled with Daddy's cock?" "Mm-hm! S-Shit..!" "I've got you, my little buer. You just tap twice on my arm if it's too much." He said, waiting until she nodded before he moved. He normally goes slow when he first enters someone during intercourse, but he was gonna be a bit of a shit and immediately set a hard, steady, and slightly rough pace, feeling as her vagina tightened up on him as she moaned brokenly.

"That's it. Take my cock just like that." He praised as he rested a hand next to her head, his other trailing up and down her back to soothe her. He watched as she reached out, shakily threading her fingers between his, holding his hand as he continued to fuck her; the wet sound of skin slapping against skin was enhanced by the wet squelching that accompanied every thrust as her juices dripped down her thighs and on his dick.

"Oh, this is clearly a favorite position, huh? You hear how wet you are for me?" Eliza hummed as she weakly thrusted her hips back to meet his own, trying to bury him even deeper inside her. She couldn't deny that he had been right when he said he'd really fuck her if they had sex in a bed; she was getting dizzy from the pounding flood of pleasure he was giving her, feeling his hand pressing between her shoulders, getting her back to arch a little bit, lifting her ass a little more, and--

Price smirked with a wicked laugh at the wounded moan that choked out of her when he nailed her g-spot. "NNGH! FUCK! Ohh…shit..!" "Stay like that, baby." He growled as he carefully pulled his other hand away from her's so he could grip her hips in his hands and pound into her as fast and as hard as he could. The pleasure flooded every nerve in her body and she could feel something pulsing out of her body with his every thrust. "That's it, squirt for me, bitch. Such a good girl." She didn't even know she could do that. And she kept squirting as he kept her in their current position, a small puddle forming on the floor between their legs, her own legs shaking so hard she's certain she's only still standing because he's holding her up.

"Tell me, my little buer, do you want me to come inside you again?" "Y-Yes! Yes, Daddy, please! Fu-Fuck me unt-until you come!" Price growled in her ear, pulling out before manhandling her onto the bed, distantly laughing in his head that a cover of Crazy In Love was blaring over the speakers as he put her on her back, hooking her legs onto his shoulders as he leaned over her, slipping back inside of her and went back to fucking her fast and hard, his hands resting next to her arms on the bed.

Eliza's eyes rolled into the back of her head, mouth agape as she panted and moaned, a line of drool running down the side of her face as tears pooled in her eyes from how intense the pleasure she's feeling was. But she still hadn't tapped out despite the clear overstimulation, her hands clinging to his body as he felt her vagina pulsing around his cock, Eliza having come again. And just like he thought the first time, he can't think to do anything else but fuck her; no desire to kill her, no desire to try and escape, just keeping her here with him until he was satisfied.

Price weakly chuckled at the faint memory of a time during his younger years when he and Laswell worked together and would meet up outside of work; his ass had gotten drunk so he hadn't noticed that someone roofied his drink, Laswell unable to get to him in time to keep him from drinking it. She DID take him out of that bar before anyone else could try and interfere, dragging him back to her place. He remembers kissing her deeply as soon as she closed the front door, the jolt in her body as the surprise of his kiss hit her. He had pulled away and saw the conflict in her face and he got scared that he just fucked up their growing friendship; then she gave him a gentle smile and lead him to her bedroom. Their shared night was passionate, intimate in a way neither of them could forget, despite the clarity John later had to recall that Laswell enjoyed the company of woman like he enjoyed the company of men.

What was happening right now, one of Eliza's hands buried in his hair, the other trying to grasp onto his back, her nails scratching lines on it as she tried to hold on, faintly reminded him of that night in spite of actually knowing this time that he's been drugged. Eliza's face was twisted in both bliss and relief, not from whatever bliss he was giving her to relieve her frustration, but from the fact that their sex was the ONLY thing on her mind; not the grief she was still working through from the death of her father, not the numerous plans she had, not her indecision on whether she was going to kill Soap or not.

Just this moment.

He's constantly reminding himself, despite what she's done and is capable of doing, that she's still a child that's lashing out in her pain of losing a parent. And this is the only way she thinks will help her work through everything.

Price grunted as he felt that coil of pleasure start to tighten in the pit of his belly, thrusting into the young woman rougher, leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling on it hungrily, feeling as her back arched, her breast pressing more into his mouth as she gasped. "D-Daddy..!" "That's it, my sweet girl, just like that. Daddy's got you. I've got you." Price hushed into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her sweat slick skin, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair as her entire body shook from the overstimulation she's definitely feeling. "I-I…Daddy, I--" "Shh, baby, just a little longer. You can hold out a little longer for me, can't you?" Eliza hummed weakly, watching as Price lowered her legs so they could wrap around his hips, feeling his arms coil around her back as he tucked his face into her neck.

They moved together, her hips rocking down to greet his thrusts up into her, both of them desperate to get Price off. "Hold onto to me, Eliza." His voice had gone completely rough at this point, feeling as she wrapped her arms around his back and shoulders, and he sat up as he held her before giving it his all, her moans broken and desperate, mixing with his grunts of effort. "Come with me. Come with me, my little girl." He muttered into her neck, Eliza humming as the moment grew longer in anticipation, and then Price was growling, feeling as Eliza climaxed one final time on his cock before he buried himself deeply inside of her and came hard, both of them shaking from the force of their orgasms.

They were both sweaty and out of breath and Eliza's entire body was shaking like a leaf in a violent wind, drunk off pleasure and overstimulated to the point it was almost painful. It was as they were coming down from their high that they heard loud, needy whimpering from the other side of the room. Turning his head, Price saw Soap, panting, face a dark red, with a dark wet spot on his briefs.

The poor boy was very turned on and very desperate for some kind of relief, squirming in his chair as best as he could, his hips weakly thrusting up, chasing the small amount of friction his underwear granted him.

That's right, he was drugged too. He had just watched him and Eliza fuck like no one else was in the room. Shit. "Eliza…" "Give… Give me a minute…" She panted, Price having laid her down on the mattress and pulled out, her inner thighs just a total mess with her fluids and his seed as it started to drip out of her. After a minute, she looked like Bambi as she stood and walked over to Soap, a minorly smug pride washing through Price knowing he was the one who made her like that. She completely untied Soap and gasped when he ripped her into his arms and kissed all over her chest.

"Shh, it's ok, puppy." She hushed as she petted his head, seeing in his eyes that he wanted some kind of relief and that he didn't care who he got it from. "I see… Come on." She hushed as she wiggled out of Soap's grip and started to make her way back to Price and the bed, not bothering to look back to know he was following her, hearing as he stumbled a little bit as he likely kicked off his underwear. Eliza grunted as she got tackled onto the bed, feeling as Soap humped her leg like a dog, the man whining but also letting out a shaky breath of joy as he finally got more relief. "On your back, puppy. Daddy and I will take care of you. Promise." She hushed and he quickly laid on his back, his hands reaching out to trail over both Eliza's and Price's thigh.

Graves moved so she was straddling Soap's hips, lowering herself until the opening to her vagina was pressing against the tip of Soap's cock, the man moaning lowly as he bucked his hips up. "Ah-ah. Stay still, puppy." She said and Johnny whined but nodded his head, his hands hastily gripping her legs as she slowly lowered herself onto his dick, both of them shivering when she fully sat down on his dick.

"Fuck…" "He feel good inside you?" Price asked as he leaned down and kissed Soap sweetly, the young man whining when Price pulled away, trying to chase him to get more kisses. "Yes, but don't leave the poor boy all alone with me." Price laughed as he moved behind Eliza, grabbing Soap's legs and moving them until his feet were flat on the mattress and his legs were spread.

Soap's heart was pounding in his chest as he felt Price slip between his legs, feeling as the tip of the older man's cock pressed against his hole. "I should probably work you open, Soap." "N-No! Please! Please… Daddy, please..!" He's not going to lie, Price IS amused that he's become the Daddy of anyone he has sex with, forced or not. "Shh, I've got you, Soap. Just take a slow breath for me." Soap had been panting, already getting lost in the delightful bliss of just having Eliza on his dick, so it was tricky to get his head to wrap around Price's words enough to slow his breathing.

The captain waited until his sergeant's breathing had slowed a bit, watching as his body relaxed from his calmer breathing. "Deep breath, Soap." Soap nodded his head, taking a slow, deep breath in, and as he breathed out just as slowly, a little broken moan left him as he felt Price slide inside of him. Price let out a heated breath as he reveled at just how tight Soap still was around his cock even though he slid so easily inside of the younger man.

Eliza waited until Price started to move before she rested her hands onto Soap's abs and lifted herself up until the head of the Scotsman's cock was still inside her, slowly dropping back down as Price pushed his hips forward again, lazily thrusting back into Soap. And the poor man just choked on his breath from how intense the pleasure was from them doing that together, no matter how slow and lazy their movements were.

"Keep breathing, puppy." Eliza reminded Soap and the man gasped a lungful of air, his head thrown back and he was already shivering. "Now, you be good and let us fuck you, ok?" Soap nodded his head eagerly and that was all Price and Eliza needed to not hold back. Soap got so lost in his bliss that he could barely make out the world around him, only partly able to focus on either Eliza riding his cock fast and needy or Price fucking his hole hard and roughly, but not both at the same time. For an older man, Price still had some his stamina from his younger years, allowing him to pick up the pace now and then, enjoying the way Soap moaned needily whenever he did.

Eliza reached back to gently cradle the back of Price's head as her other hand settled on top of one of Soap's as the Scotsman reached up to loosely hold her hips, keeping her steady as she rode him a bit faster and harder. Soap whined as he felt himself suddenly spilling inside Eliza, embarrassment washing over his face. "Oh, it's ok, puppy. It happens." Eliza soothed as she leaned down and kissed her way from Soap's cheek to his lips.

"Is it alright if we keep going, son?" Price asked, him and Eliza having slowed their movements when the embarrassment crossed the younger man's face. Soap blushed a pretty rose as he nodded his head; he may have shot his load WAY earlier than he's used to, but he still wanted them to come too. "That's my good boy." Price praised, chuckling when Soap's blush got darker as his body jolted. "Praise kink, huh? You certainly know how to pick them." "Says the crazy lass who drugged us into having sex." "Fair point." They exchanged, Price spotting a gentle look in her eyes.

"...He looked at me like that sometimes too…" Soap muttered in his blissed out state, Eliza's attentions turning onto him. "Yeah?" "Yeah… I'm…so sorry…" Tears pooled in the corners of Soap's eyes before he threw his arms over his face to try and hide. "I was so confused when he turned on us. I had to prioritize keeping my teammate safe, trying to get back to my friends. I-I--!" "Shh…" Eliza hushed so softly as she gently pulled Soap's arms away from his face, both her and Price seeing the trails of tears running down the sides of his face.

"It's okay. You were hurt and confused by my father's choice. You did what you believe you had to. It's alright." She soothed as she leaned down and wrapped her arms around Soap, the man snapping his arms around her as a sob choked out of him. "We'll talk about all of this later, ok?" "O-Okay…" Soap choked out, whining pathetically as she kissed him sweetly. "Just focus on the here and now, puppy."

Soap nodded his head and once more got lost in the blissful delight Eliza and Price gave him. He felt, after what felt like hours of them moving together, as they all came together, Eliza's pussy tightening and throbbing around his cock as he came inside of her a second time, feeling as Price buried himself deeply inside of Soap and released his seed into him. They all collapsed onto the bed in a panting, sweaty mess of limbs and bodies, eventually settling so Soap was tucked between Price and Eliza, the older man's arm wrapped around his solider's waist to keep him close, Soap's arms loosely holding onto Eliza's hips and shoulders.

They had all drifted off to sleep together when the exhaustion of so much sex slammed into them. Eliza was the first to wake, as she tended to when she had things she still needed to do. She turned to see that her back was pressed against Price's, the old soldier having turned around so he was between Soap and Eliza, his arms wrapped protectively around the younger man.

"Heh, cute…" She hushed as she climbed out of the bed, feeling as the semen that had been between her legs cracked and started to ooze again with her movements. She growled softly at the sensation, quickly cleaning herself up after she peed. She pulled out the Plan B pill she had in the cart and took it, not wanting to carry the baby of either one of those men.

She didn't know what to feel now. The drug and the intensity of the emotions that fucker MacTavish was feeling got an honest confession out of him. He didn't WANT to kill her father, but he was so confused by her daddy's choice when Shepard's orders came that all he could do was focus on getting back to his team and doing what he had to to protect them. She could respect his loyalty, but she still loathed him for taking her only parent from her.

Her daddy had been trying to find a boyfriend who didn't mind that he was the leader for a PMC, who could live with the uncertainty that came with mercenary work, who would be willing to care and love her like he has for all of her life. But he hasn't had any luck; perhaps that's why he had been soft for the man who would end up killing him? He was military, a good man who would do what he had to to protect those he loved and cared about.

In another life, she would have loved to have Soap as her second father. But that's not going to happen now.

She spotted the scalpel that was on the cart, grabbed it and silently walked over to the bed. She watched Price and Soap for a long few moments and knew that both of their guards were down completely, both deep in sleep. It would be so easy. Just slit his throat and watch as he bled to death; she could enjoy the anguish that Price would be in if she did. His 'son' took her daddy, why shouldn't she take a son from his 'father'? It would be a fucking fair trade!

But, she felt something twist in her heart at the idea, and with a low rumble from her chest, she threw the scalpel away. She then moved to the grab the medical kit that was also in the cart and properly treated Soap's burnt arm, cleaning and dressing it before she put it into a sling; she could have just rebound him to the chair with only the bandages on, but that would rub the damaged skin underneath it raw. The fibers of the bandages would get into the open wound, it could cause infections if not other problems from the blood loss. Better to just secure it in the sling to ensure it can heal up properly.

She knocked on the door to the room three times after she pulled clean briefs onto both of the men and her Shadows moved the men back into their chairs and tied them back into them. Anthony looked at her with a small concern when she didn't allow him to put Soap's injured arm back onto the chair fully, having to compromise with just binding his sling to the chair instead. "...You alright, Eli?" "I-- …No, not really. It's fine." She waved her work uncle off as she got redressed and left the room.

Anthony watched her leave and a small but fragile hopefulness washed through him. "Perhaps she will turn out like you're hoping she would, Phil. You never did a chance to tell her the truth before you died." Graves had wanted to wait until Eliza was 18 and had graduated from high school before he would tell her the truth about their relationship.

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The Shadow gritted his teeth to control his scream as Ghost pulled out three more of his fingernails. "You stubborn fuck!" He growled before he socked the Shadow in the jaw hard, knowing that the bone was bruised from the hit. He tossed the pliers onto the table and stormed out of the holding container Alejandro had lent them; they were in Las Almas at the moment as the group tried to plan their next move.

"Still nothing?" "Give me a blowtorch or a car battery and jumper cables and I can get him to talk!" Ghost growled at Gaz, Laswell quickly coming up and resting her hand on Simon's shoulder. "You know that will only happen as a last ditch effort, Ghost." Named man scoffed and jerked his shoulder away from her touch. He understood that Laswell was just trying to keep him calm, but damn it, both Soap and Price were in the hands of that bitch Eliza and no one had any idea where on earth they could be!

Were they alive? Were they injured? Missing limbs? Were they sadly wasting their time trying to find them? Were they already killed off? Would she use that uncertainty to demand something from them? Too many questions, not enough answers, and it pissed Ghost off to not know the answers. If I can just get that damn Shadow to talk!

Everyone jumped when there were shouts and the sounds of guns being readied reached their ears as Los Vaqueros had prepared for some kind of assault. And seeing who it was casually walking into the wide open of Alejandro's base, it was understandable why they reacted that way.

"Valeria? What on earth are you doing here?" Alejandro asked as he gestured for his men to lower their weapons. He was hopeful that their past relationship lent him enough information on her behavior to understand why she would come so willingly into the base of her enemy, unarmed too.

"I'm here to pass along a message." "A message? What message?" Ghost asked and Valeria sighed, walking over to a table and leaning against it, arms crossed over her chest. "She wants Rudy." No one needed Valeria to clarify who 'she' was. "Why?" Alejandro asked, glancing over to his second-in-command with concern. "He was with Soap when he killed her father. Said that even though he didn't land the killing blow, he was still an accomplice via complicit means."

"And what will happen if we don't give her Rodolfo?" Laswell asked softly. "She'll start cutting off limbs until she has him. And I quote, 'the family rod and jewels will be cut off first, mounted on a plaque, and sent to Ghost and Gaz as a reminder of what they'll no longer have'." Alejandro noticed that Valeria looked shook and he took a chance. He walked over to Valeria and rested a consoling hand on her arm; in a moment of weakness and longing for the comfort Alejandro had once given her, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Alejandro was taken aback for just a moment before he wrapped his arms around her, feeling as she shook in his embrace.

"Eliza did something to terrify you, didn't she?" Valeria weakly nodded her head, fighting back tears as she was held by her once long time friend. "We'll take care of her if we have to, mi escorpion." Valeria let out a weak laugh at the old pet name, holding Alejandro tighter for a moment before she pulled away. "I'll go." Rudy said, stepping closer to the duo. "What? No! I won't let you go!" "Coronel, perdóneme, pero nuestras manos están una vez más atadas. Si no cumplimos, comenzará a amputarle extremidades, y quién sabe cuánto tiempo seguirá así." Alejandro cradled Rudy's face in his hands. "Lo sé, mi amor, pero... Odio enviarte a la guarida de esa...víbora."

"Puedo velar por él." Valeria said and both Alejandro and Rudy looked at her in shock. "What? I keep an eye of him at a distance, tail the vehicle back to wherever their current base of operations is, and give you the location! I want payback for what she did to..!" She cut herself off, but Alejandro understood now WHY Valeria had been so shook; it's terrifying to watch the one you love be hurt at the hands of someone else.

"...Do you trust me, Colonel?" "I do, Rudy. But--" Rodolfo pressed a couple of his fingers to Alejandro's lips, silencing him. "Then please, trust Valeria. I do." "You do?" That certainly caught Valeria off-guard. "Sí. Podrías haberte ido tan pronto como entregaras el mensaje. No lo hiciste. Decidiste quedarte, te ofreciste a ayudarnos. Esa es razón suficiente para que yo confíe en que cumplirás tu palabra." Rudy explained and Valeria chewed on her lip, glancing to Alejandro after a moment.

Alejandro sighed deeply. "...Alright. We'll take your offer, Valeria. But you break your promise, I will kill you myself." Valeria rolled her eyes, not surprised by the threat not intimidated by it. "Do we know when she wants him?" "As soon as possible, but any means possible." Valeria said and Laswell nodded, Ghost spotting the gears starting to turn in her head. "...Valeria will be enough, Laswell." He stated, reaching over to gently settle a hand onto her forearm. "I-I know. Just…"

"Backup plans for a backup plan?" He offered and she chuckled softly. "At least trust that I'll let you all know if I managed to fuck things up." Valeria stated and after a moment, the 141 group nodded their head. "So it's settled." "Mi amor…" Alejandro hushed as he cradled Rudy's face into his hands again, the man chuckling as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the Colonel's waist as he pressed their foreheads together. "Alejandro, estaré bien. Averiguaremos dónde tienen retenidos a Soap y Price, y tú y el 141 vendrán a buscarnos. No te preocupes por los demás riesgos que no puedes controlar; no tiene sentido que te preocupes demasiado."

Watching the moment unfold in front of her had something old and crackling with an old warmth twist in her heart. She did her best to mask her reaction, but the glanced Rudy shot her was all she needed to see to know he had spotted it. "...Get him prepped. I'll be back within the hour to take him to the drop-off." Valeria said softly, spinning on her heel and leaving as fast as she could without giving away how desperately she wanted to flee from the sight of that deep, passionate love she once knew so well.

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Soap woke up with a soft groan, feeling some kind of bandage wrapped around one of his arms that was angled into a position that was only mildly comfortable. "You alright?" Price's voice reached his ears as he blinked the dizziness out of his eyes. "Well, it doesn't feel like I'm dead or missing limbs, so I think so." Price's chuckle was a good sign in his book.

"...Ah, looks like I came at a good time." A voice spoke up, Soap snapping his attention to the door to see one of the Shadows coming into the room, a rolling cart being pushing in front of him. "...I remember you. Jake, right?" The man looked a little surprised before he laughed. "It is. It's a shock we don't all look alike to you." He said as he settled the cart between the two bound men, moving over to Soap first. "You promise me you won't swing?" He asked as he settled his hand onto the sling Soap was now noticing his burned arm was resting in. "No." He flatly replied, getting Jake to sigh. "These need to be changed every few hours to prevent infection, but I have orders to do whatever I wish if you lash out in anyway, that includes biting." "Why does she fucking care if my wounds get infected?"

"Because that's how Phil raised her. To care about those in her custody; to treat injuries, to provide food and a place to sleep." Jake said, his shoulders slumping. "She'll treat injuries, but has no problem inflicting them? Doesn't sound like the best moral code if you ask me." Soap growled out, but it was Price that spoke up next. "...This is all just because she's still grieving, isn't it? The torture?" Jake, after a long moment of debate, nodded his head. "Please understand: a child who loses their parent, if they're close to them, can lash out violently. We've tried to get her to talk to a couple of us who are trained in grief counseling and therapy, but she refuses every time. And it's not like we can make her; she's the boss, so she does what she'll deem fit for herself."

"But not all of you?" Price asked, trying to wiggle some stray information out of the Shadow. He needs something, anything, to give him leverage, an edge. Something to break through to her and appeal to that hurting little girl he knows is buried under her current appearance. "Oh, it's like father, like daughter on that front. Cares deeply about us all; mourns those that have recently been taken from us, by the hands of your friends or those who willingly sacrificed themselves, like in the burn fire. She makes sure all of our base needs are met, that those who are married get time to spent with their significant other, that those with children aren't put onto the front lines or in positions of possible danger, if not sent home outright." "Wait… Graves used to do that?" Soap asked, his mind trying to work through the information.

"Yes. He made sure we never had to worry about money, that we had homes to go back to. Fuck, there's a few of us that he helped get divorces or full custody of their children." "In return for unquestioning loyalty?" Price offered, but Jake shook his head. "In return for us not being afraid to speak up if we think something doesn't smell right, or we get a bad feeling about an assignment or the person offering it." Jake said, taking the time to gently pull Soap's arm out of the sling and start to re-clean and redress the massive burn; as long as he was answering their questions, it didn't seem like Soap was going to do anything. "Him listening to us, to our worries and concerns, addressing them if we had the ability to do so, getting second opinions about the current plan of action if we couldn't, was what earned him our loyalty. Him ensuring that we would never want for anything financially is what earned him our honesty. Him doing everything in his power to keep families together is what earned him soldiers who were more than happy to die for him.

"And Eliza has stuck to those same principles. She still listens to our concerns, she still makes sure we've got the same amount of money that her father had been giving us, she still ensures that couples and families are together as much as possible, that they are only brought in as needed until things get sorted between her and Soap, especially those with children." Soap felt his heart twisting in his chest, seeing as the guilt washed over Price's face too. "...Laswell didn't find anything about Graves having a daughter when we looked into his background." Price offered, seeing what else he could fish out of Jake.

"It would surprise me if she had. Graves was VERY careful about hiding his daughter's existence from the world. If you weren't a very trusted member of Shadow Company, you wouldn't even know about her either. There's only a handful of us left from our mission in Las Almas that even knew about her before she took over." "So how did Shepard find her?" "...That's what we're still trying to figure out." Jake said after a moment, worry having come into his eyes at Soap's question. "If we knew exactly how she was tracked down, he never would have followed those orders." "...What?" Soap's disbelief was understandable to Jake.

"You need to understand: Eliza is Graves's unofficial daughter. There's no record of her adoption anywhere, so there's no paper trail for anyone to follow." "Wait, adoption?!" Soap barked, his jaw hanging open. "She's not his biological daughter?" Jake shook his head at Price's question, putting Soap's arm back into the sling. "But…how?! They have the exact same eyes! The same shape, the same color, the same look in them!" "I can't tell you. None of us, not even Graves, knows why her eyes matched his, but that's worked out to his advantage for a lot of years."

"How do you mean?" Price asked, but Jake was starting to clam up. "...I've already said too much. Look, don't bring any of this up with her. Not right now. She's…too frantic to not lash out. She'll know I talked as soon as you do, but I'm not worry about that." "You're worried she might do something she'll regret?" Jake nodded his head. "I know there's a certain way she wants this to be done, and going out of order or against that will only agitated her further. Best to just keep quiet about this for now." Jake said as he went back to the cart and opened up the side door, pulling out two trays of food. He helped them both eat, making sure they had something to drink as well. He undid their bindings so they could stand up, taking Price over to the toilet first and then Soap, rebinding them back into their chair once he brought them back. Once that was all done, he grabbed the cart and left the room without another word.

"...You certain they said they were coming?" Rudy asked Valeria from the opened backseat of the car, the woman having posted herself against the trunk, arms crossed against her chest, an annoyed huff leaving her. "That's what the text said." "And you're certain they won't spot the tag you put on me?" He asked, worrying about the plan in the same way he's always done with Alejandro's. Valeria snorted softly. "Does he always appreciate the backtalk?" "Only when he doesn't want to hear me say 'I told you so'." Rudy said as he climbed out of the car and made his way over to her.

"...Thank you again, for offering your help. I know it's not something you give too freely." Valeria scoffed, not taking her eyes off of the horizon line, looking for any movement that's heading in their direction. "...Can I ask their name?" "Whose's name?" "The one Eliza took from you." Rudy stated, not flinching when Valeria snagged the front of his shirt and ripped him closer so they were brushing noses. "...Isabella." She hushed, weakly releasing her grip on Rudy. "Was she unharmed?" The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry, Valeria. At least she's back alive, right?" He offered and there was a tension between them that Valeria didn't wish to give anymore attention to.

"I know it's personal, and likely just as much of a sore spot for you as it is him, but…why did you betray him? Why did you believe becoming a cartel lord would help Las Almas?" Rudy asked and Valeria hissed at him through her teeth. "...He thought military might would be enough to deal with the issues Las Almas faced, but to unbury the real root of the issue, you had to stick your hands until the razor filled landmines of the cartel and the control they had, and I knew he was too gentle of a soul to do it. So I did it for him." "But, why not tell him? Why not work together with him?" "Tell him what? About a plan that I know he would never approve of? Of a plan that he would have thought was far too risky for either of us to be doing?" Valeria growled, her hands balling into fists, trying to keep all the emotions from that time buried, but Rudy was doing a shockingly good job of dragging them back to the surface.

"There's more to it than that. There has to be." "No there doesn't! I knew we needed the power and control the cartel offered, so I took my chance the moment I saw it! If he couldn't see the benefit of such a move, then he--" "What benefit?! Just because you were able to become a cartel lord so quickly, doesn't mean--" "They were going to kill him!" She screamed, grabbing Rudy's shirt tightly and roughly yanking him towards her. He saw the deep, unwavering love in her eyes as the old memories came flooding back, Valeria unable to stop herself from speaking.

"I had discovered the cartel group I eventually took over had a hit planned on him, had people lined up, ready to go! ¡Voy a matarlo! ¡Voy a matar a su madre, a su padre, a sus hermanas, a su hermano pequeño! I had to do something! So I joined the cartel without him knowing, took their money, managed to convince them that going after him and his family wasn't worth it the effort nor the people that would be lost. ¡No puedes mirarme y decirme que no harías todo lo que estuviera a tu alcance para proteger al hombre que amas tanto como yo!" Valeria wasn't even aware she was crying until Rudy hushed her and started to wipe the tears away.

She collapsed into his almost waiting embrace, holding her tight as she wept, that old love burning into an all-consuming flame once again in her heart. She still loved her Isabella, but she can't deny herself anymore that the love she has for Alejandro has never left her. Him using her old nickname told her that he felt the same about her, even if it's so clear he and Rudy are together. "Ustedes dos necesitan hablar seriamente cuando todo esto termine. Haré tamales." The sheer bluntness of his statement made Valeria choke out a laugh, leaning more into Rudy's embrace. "...I can see why he loves you so much." "Eh, I think he's more in love with my cooking than anything else." Rudy teased, seeing a little smile on Valeria's lips for a moment as she stepped back and wiped away any lingering tears.

Valeria took the moment of calm between them to really take in Rudy. While he too was a gentle soul, he was able to stand firm in a storm, see the path it was taking, and advise those around him on how to prepare. He was a wonderful foil to Alejandro's ravenous passion, and impulsive nature when those he loves and cares for are in danger. And she felt a twinge of something she dare not name in her heart as he turned his attention onto her again and graced her with a soft smile.

It was then that Valeria spotted movement on the horizon, straightening up, shoulders growing tense for a moment before she forced herself to relax again. "Ah! I see you managed to convince him to come on his own." Eliza cooed as she climbed out of the back of the van, two of her Shadows flanking her. "It was the easiest for everyone. I don't wish for harm to be done to my friends for being stubborn." Rudy said calmly, walking closer to Eliza and her group. The young woman took Rudy in and sighed. "If only you hadn't gone with him, you would have been spared." "You plan to kill me?" "It's still up in the air. Might do it anyway just to see how your boy toy reacts to receiving your body." She said with a giggle.

"I did as you asked." "That you did! Good kitty. But, I still need to make sure nothing's out of place with him." She said as she gestured for one of her men to frisk Rudy, making sure that he didn't have any weapons or hidden devices on him. But Valeria knew that was going to happen, which is why she carefully sewed the tracker into the elastic band of his underwear, making sure it didn't stand out; that way, even if he was stripped and his clothes burned when they reached their destination, she'll still know where to go. All she had to do was wait until nightfall and then follow the signal trail left behind by the tracker.

"...Did you really think I would be so stupid, Valeria?" "What?" She barely had time to register the sharp pain tearing through her legs before she dropped to the ground, a guttural scream leaving her as she glanced down and saw that she had been shot through both of her legs, the bullet just barely managing to miss the tendons in her legs. "Valeria!" "Ah-ah! Where are you going, pup?" Eliza cooed as her men descended upon Rudy, ripping off all of his clothes before injecting something into his neck. It barely took a minute before it did its magic, Rudy collapsing onto his hands and knees as vomit and shit seemed to rupture out of his body, his body expelling everything in his stomach and gut until nothing remained before Eliza walked over and injected the counter reagent to the first injection, having one of her men clean Rudy up of any lingering puke and diarrhea before he had his hands and feet bound together and a blackout bag thrown over his head.

"Rudy!" Valeria shouted, trying to drag herself towards the rapidly fleeing van, tears welling up in her eyes. It wasn't from the pain in her legs, but the ache in her heart. She screamed again, fist slamming into the ground before she managed to pull herself back to the driver's side of the car, yank the door open, and get on the radio. "Alejandro!" "Valeria?! What's happened?" "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She took him." "Sorry? Why? What happened, Val?!" "She removed my tracker from him. He's lost in the blind. I'm sorry, mi leopardo."