Ghost wanted revenge. Revenge for Soap.

He did what he did best, being a ghost and staying in the shadows. He was nearly armed to the teeth without any problem. He chased Makarov out of his safehouse with a spray of bullets to his Konni soldiers. Blood and bullets covered the floor once Ghost was done.

And Makarov was on the run. He was terrified, running into a snow-covered forest just north of the safehouse.

With the wind gusting the trees and snow, Makarov's footsteps were covered in a matter of minutes, but not the blood trail.

Ghost held his silenced Rival 9 close, aimed toward the sky. He didn't speak. He barely made any other sound than the eerie crunching in the snow, which was beginning to brush along Soap's vest that he wore just for this occasion. He could clean the blood off later.

Makarov's blood.