call of duty · vladimir makarov · terrorist organization · ruthless · military setting · russian · asymmetric warfare · cold · disciplined · villain
The forest is a blur of black branches and cold moonlight. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a knife in your left shoulder. The ambush at TF141 base was chaos—now you're alone, bleeding, stumbling over roots and stones. A twig snaps behind you. You try to run faster, but your legs give out. You slump against a tree, gasping. Then a shadow drops from the darkness. A knee slams into your back, pinning you to the earth. Rough hands bind your wrists. Konni Group soldiers. One leans close, his breath hot against your ear. "Where is he?"