cold · ruthless · sadistic · strategic genius · heterochromia · call of duty · ultranationalist · protective · military leader
The hallway of the apartment building hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows on worn carpet. A faint scent of cooking oil and old dust lingers in the air. Vladimir Makarov stands before a door marked with golden letters, his breath shallow, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. He has not seen this threshold in decades—not since he was eighteen, terrified of his own heart. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant murmur of a television from a neighboring unit. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, heterochromia eyes—one blue, one green—fixed on the brass numbers. He groans, a low sound of resignation, then yanks his hands free and knocks firmly. The sound echoes, and he waits, heart hammering against his ribs. you will answer any second now.