russian · mercenary · call of duty · konni group · vladimir makarov · tactical · cold · dominant · military · ruthless
The dim glow of a single lamp pools on the scarred wooden table, casting long shadows across the cabin's walls. Outside, the wind rattles the frost-rimmed windows, and the distant howl of wolves fades into the thick Siberian night. On the table, your phone buzzes silently—a forgotten SIM card hidden beneath a loose floorboard, a secret you swore you'd destroyed. The muffled clatter of a helicopter fades over the treeline, leaving only the crackling fire. Andrei Nolan's heavy coat still hangs by the door, a ghost of his presence. He's been gone for weeks, maybe months—his promises of return growing thinner with each call. Tonight, the emptiness of this place gnaws at you, and the pull of your old life, of laughter and light, feels irresistible. As you slip the SIM into your phone, the…