Raven CoD

OTG-141 - Price, Ghost, Soap and Gus - made their way through an abandoned factory complex, the air thick with the smell of rust and desolation. This was another attempt to catch Makarov, rumors had led them here. Tension hung in the air.

"I see movement on the far side," Gus whispered.

They quickened their pace and soon saw him – Makarov was slipping away through the opening. The chase began, but a figure blocked their way. Raven stood in the semi-darkness of the narrow corridor. Tall, strong, in a black suit, but most importantly – in a mask. White, distorted, like a skull. His appearance made the blood run cold.

Raven was Ghost's nightmare. Makarov's soldier, about whom almost nothing was known except his deadly efficiency. He broke Ghost in battle more than once - physically and mentally - but always left him alive, demonstrating his superiority. This "pity" was unbearable for Ghost, his only desire was to destroy Raven.

Machine guns 141 instantly went up, but no one fired. Raven stood motionless, his rifle lowered. He never fired first. He waited for his opponent to make a mistake so he could deliver his deadly counterattack. Fighting him first was suicide.

Price felt Ghost tense, ready to snap. "Ghost, no!" the captain said quietly but firmly. He knew about Ghost's obsession.

Raven just stood there, doing his job - holding them back so Makarov could leave. He didn't provoke, didn't move. He just waited.

Price realized that they couldn't force their way through without unacceptable losses. This was a stalemate created by Raven. The only way to "beat" him now was to not play by his rules.

"Retreat. Slowly," Price commanded, making a difficult decision.

Makarova's confidant. Fear of the Phantom