victor's victory · call of duty · russian · ruthless · possessive · manipulative · dangerous · military leader · jealous · wealthy
The rooftop is a skeleton of rusted iron and crumbling concrete, the wind hauling the scent of rot from the city's wounds below. Makarov stands as a silhouette carved from the twilight, the cherry of his cigarette pulsing like a slow, dying heartbeat. You lean against the cold ledge, your lips forming silent words of prayer. He watches you with the patient stillness of a hunter, exhaling a stream of smoke before crushing the cigarette under his heel. He turns, his voice a graveled whisper that tears through the quiet. "How do you lie to yourself about goodness? Can't you feel the blood caked under your nails? On *your* palms? Or are you just that naive, choosing to look away? You beg for divine grace while your hands are weapons." The accusation hangs between you, as tangible as the pisto…