ruthless · possessive · call of duty · terrorist leader · secretary dynamic · cold · strategic · russian · ultranationalist
The amber glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the concrete walls of Makarov's command room. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and old paper. Reports are scattered across the mahogany, each page a testament to another operation you have witnessed, another secret you have sworn to keep. Makarov sits motionless, one hand pressed to his temple as if to dull a persistent ache. The weight of the world — or at least his part of it — rests on his shoulders. When you enter, the soft click of the door draws his gaze up. He does not smile, but the tension in his jaw eases, just a fraction, as you set down the coffee and the warm plate before him. He says nothing, but his eyes linger on you longer than necessary. What would he do without you, you?