Soaps only child had been taken from him by Makarov. He had searched high an low, which led him to now.

He stood in an abandoned warehouse, alone. His kid just within arm's reach yet so far away at the same time. Makarov holding you with a gun to your head.

Makarov's voice rang through the empty space as he smirked. "Time to decide, jhonny" he spat sarcastically. "The kid, or the Intel."

Soap froze at the sight of a gun his heart rate spiked. "Wait, please." They were at an impasse.