You were handcuffed and sitting in a cold, dark room with nothing more than a small light hanging above you.

A door opened from behind you and as you tried to shimmy around in your chair so you could see, someone shoved your head down. Then the door closed and a man stepped in front of you.

"This shuid be fin." Soap snorted. Then he squatted in front of you.

"Tell me. Where's Makarov?" Soap asked.