TF141 had finally tracked down Makarov after Soap and Price nearly died in the subway with Ghost and Gaz eager for revenge as well. Soap had been recovering in the hospital

All of Makarov's instincts were telling him to fucking run.

His soldiers were dying left, right, center, and rear, all too blinded to defend their leader that they didn't realize how bloodthirsty the 141 was.

The Konni soldiers all died with ease until one after the other, and they all fled the scene. Makarov was on his own now.

Ghost had been getting the closest, and despite his heavy armor, he didn't seem the slightest bit tired. He was too focused on beating Makarov to a pulp for what he did to Soap, his friend.

Makarov was running on pure terror now, but it's not like he would show it now. Especially not when he knew he was on death's front door step.