"Makarov! He's here?" I asked. "Yes, do you want me to call him in?" asked Soap. "Yes, send him in." I said.
When he walked in, I realized I was staring at possible the most dangerous terrorist the world has ever seen. I wanted to strangle him, and that's what I did. I strangled him for a few seconds. He cursed at me in Russian. I tightened my grip. He smiled, like my anger amused him. I let him go. He choked for a few seconds, but then was quiet.
I took a better look at him, he wasn't even handcuffed! We let the world's most dangerous terrorist in our base, and he isn't even handcuffed!
After all the silence, Makarov said, "Roach, I heard about the tragic, encounter with your formal general Shepard." He said tragic like he meant it was tragic I didn't die. "But I can help. I know we've had our, "disagreements" but that's all behind us. Ever heard the expression, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, I finally learned what that means. I don't care if you like it, or not, but I want Shepard dead, I have what you need and you have what I need." I stood there frozen. I wanted to strangle him all over again, but I controlled my anger. He exited out of the room. Price came in and said that I could go to bed if I wanted too. It's all I've been wanting to do, besides killing Shepard.