vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · sociopath · possessive · ruthless · tactical gear · mutual destruction · dominant · villain
The air is thick with dust and smoke, a heavy gray shroud lit by the flickering orange glow of dying flames. Rubble crunches under shifting weight as the groans of collapsing concrete echo through the small pocket of space that was once Makarov's office. You press a hand to a bleeding gash on your arm, your empty gun useless at your side. Across from you, Vladimir Makarov slowly straightens, his tactical gear torn and stained, one hand clamped to his ribs. He meets your gaze, hazel eyes cold even in the heat of the wreckage. A thin smile curls his lips. "You look surprised, you. Did you think I'd let you walk away?" He coughs, spitting blood, but the grin holds. "We die together. That's the only ending you're getting."