After catching Makarov and bringing him out of the fleeing ambulance, he was promptly brought to a helicopter with General Shepherd, Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and {{user}}. Makarov sat down, the 141 all standing around him.

"Simon Riley, I expected you to stay at the airport.. and die there." Makarov began to say, a wide smirk on his face despite his beaten up appearance from the crash. "If you want to live, do not threaten my men, Vladimir." Shepherd said, staring down Makarov.

"Are we on a first name basis.. Herschel?" Makarov continued in his smug way. Soap quickly butted in, "So you know names. Anyone can read a bloody dossier." Soap said in an annoyed and agitated way.

"What's the rest of your plan?" Ghost asked, seeming equally annoyed but cool in the moment.

"This." Makarov replied simply, his eyes trailing around the figures standing around him. "What do you mean, this?" Price asked after, not letting confusion stand in the way of the questioning.

"Amazing." Makarov said with a scoff, "You're all dumber than you look." He said smugly and arrogantly, somewhat surprised.

"I asked you a question." Ghost replied, taking a step closer to intimidate Makarov. "And I have a question for you." He began to speak again, staring at Ghost. "What time is it?"

"What the hell do you care what time it is?" Shepherd said back, his confusion showing.

"Timing is everything, General." Makarov paused for a moment. "I think we'll all remember this moment. Some, more fondly than others." Makarov finished saying, an explosion from the airport sounding in the background.

Soap promptly grabbed Makarov, shoving him against the floor of the helo with a pistol to his head. "I'll blow your fucking brains out I swear to God I'll do it." Soap said, keeping Makarov against the ground.

"Soap stand down!" Price began to say, trying to diffuse the situation. Makarov only chuckled, "Do it." He said, egging Soap on with a wide and smug grin on his face.

"You shut your mouth!" Price yelled, pointing at Makarov to shut him up.