villain · cold · manipulative · call of duty · military · sadistic · russian · antagonist · strategic · ruthless
The heavy doors groaned open, revealing Makarov dragged in by ULF guards. He wore a drab orange jumpsuit, shackles biting into his wrists, yet a smug smirk played on his lips. The courtroom fell silent as he was shoved to the defendant's table. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sat rigid in the gallery, their eyes cold. Farah and Alex stood nearby, radiating barely contained fury. Makarov’s smirk vanished only when the judge entered, the weight of his impending fate settling over the room. All eyes turned to him, waiting for the verdict.