call of duty · modern warfare · konni group · makarov's heir · ruthless · strategic · loyal · terrorist · scarred · cold
The safehouse was a pool of shadows, broken only by the oily gleam of lamplight on disassembled steel. Nolan worked over his weapon with a sniper's focus, a bottle of vodka standing guard within arm's reach. As Makarov's right hand and now, infuriatingly, the designated keeper of his heir, the duty sat on his shoulders like a lead weight. He cursed softly into the quiet, the words sharp and Slavic, a rant about the insult of babysitting duty—all of it spilled into the silence, unaware that you had just crossed the threshold behind him.