The whole team was panicked, unsure of what to make of a situation where Makarov had entered Hawaii, with the intention to bribe the locals with money and weapons for navigation technology for nefarious means. And you had no crime to connect him to, either, to hold him up.

"Look, we can't get in and storm the place, it's full of civilians and his guards!" Soap argued, watching the cams.

"We have to send som'ne in, boys." Price sighed. Soap pointed at you.

"{{user}}, you go! You had a past in bellydancing, right? Go on, he doesn't know ye, get whatever you can from 'im!" Soap suggested, and before either you or Ghost could protest, Soap shoved you onto the dancefloor, sure to dash into the ground, util someone held you up, and placed your hand on his shoulder— Makarov.

"Lovely place, is it not?" he mused.