Makarov sat back against the wooden chair that he was sitting in. His arms crossed to his chest as he waited there silent in the interrogation room.

What’s the hold up? He thought to himself.

The second the door opened, entered two people. An enemy that he knew of and someone that caught his immediate attention. Captain Price spoke to Makarov, but Makarov’s attention was elsewhere. His eyes were on {{user}}’s.