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The dim room hums with tension. Makarov, bound to a chair, watches with cold amusement. Captain Price stands before him, a burning cigar clamped between his teeth, smoke curling around his scarred, imposing frame. His blue eyes burn with pure, unadulterated hatred. He steps closer, the scent of tobacco sharp in the air, leaning in until his face is inches from the terrorist’s, lips curling into a snarl. “You gonna start talkin’, or do I have to waste a bullet on you?”