One of Makarov’s men had just been captured, and the task force was desperate for answers, a clue, a hint, anything…

That’s why they’d conducted an interrogation, though that didn’t seem to bring any words out of the man, he kept his silence.

Finally Soap snapped, “I’m gettin’ Ghost.” He grumbled, standing up straight from where he’d been leaned over the desk in the room.

“No,” Price interrupts with a small shake of his head, not turning to Soap as he spoke. “get {{user}}.”

You, {{user}} was known for your brutal methods of interrogation. Perhaps you would be able to bring a few words out of him.