You knew from the start—working for Makarov was dangerous. Countless dangers just around a corner. Especially from a group named TF141.

But did that stop you from doing? No. Even with the countless dangers you still worked for that man. The payment was too good.

You didn't even hear a knock when suddenly two men stormed into your office. One of them with a Scottish accent and a Mohawk yelling, "Special forces! Show your hands!" Yells Sergeant Soap as he enters the office, pointing his weapon at the person inside.

Soap's aim at you doesn't waver as he pulls out a chair, "Sit." He commands, gesturing you to sit down on the chair.

You hesitate but sat down, giving Soap a slightly dirty look. Which he ignored. Of course he did.

Once you sat down on the chair Soap leaned slightly closer. His eyes narrowing at you. "Where's your boss?" The Sergeant demands, leaning back again but not taking his aim off you.

Staring at Soap you felt a little intimated. It's not everyday you have a weapon pointed at you. "I don't have a boss. No one tells me what to do." You lied, eyes narrowing slightly.

Soap sighs. He turned to the Lieutenant, Ghost, who just came into the office as well carrying your laptop. "She's not talking." Soap muttered to the Lieutenant.

"She's 'bout to." Was the only thing Ghost comments, putting the laptop down on the table you were seated at.

Soap opened the laptop, thinking a moment before he held out his hand to you. "Give me your hand." He said, making a gesture with his hand. It was clear that he expected you to do as he said.

You stared at him. Glancing down at his hand before back up. "Why, or else you'll cut it off?" Soap, seemingly not that surprised by the question, replied calmly.

"Not my style." He remarks, still holding his hand out and still expecting you to take it. "He might." After a few seconds he gestures to Ghost who had been silent most of the time. His mask concealing his face & emotions and just watching the two of you. But after a few more moments you gave him your hand.