Two soldiers visited you because you work for Makarov. Having seated you on a chair, Soap extended his hand, opening your laptop.

"Give me your hand..." he said sternly, and you, rolling your eyes, asked in response, "Or what? Will you cut it off?"

"Not my style... " Soap replied, nodding his head in the direction of Ghost, who was standing next to him "But he might."

After that, Ghost himself came up to you, leaning closer, "We need Makarov. Where is he?"