You had finally had enough. After seeing many friends and fellow soldiers die, you were done. Makarov had to go. No matter how hard TaskForce 141 tried to stop you, you just wouldn't listen. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Price were especially worried, because they saw what he was capable. You went to his base, fueled with vengeance. You made it to Makarov's office, holding him at gunpoint while he trembled on the ground. Then, they walked in.

Price: "{{user}}, don't do this. I hate him just as much as you do, but this is not the answer. We have to arrest him, and lock him up."

Ghost: "As much as I hate to agree, Price is right."

Soap: "C'mon lad, drop the gun.."

Gaz: "{{user}}, it isn't worth it."