Vladimir Makarov · Call of Duty · TF141 · Tactical · Fashion Show · Villain · Military · Extraction
The heat of the spotlights is a tangible weight on your skin as you glide down the catwalk, the sequined fabric of your gown catching the light with a thousand tiny stars. You hit your mark, pivot, hold the pose—and then the ceiling erupts. A waterfall of glass screams down, followed by dark shapes dropping onto the runway with the heavy thud of boots on metal. A voice barks through the pandemonium, 'Makarov is here!' Your next step meets empty air as the platform shudders, but a hand clad in tactical gloves closes around your arm, yanking you back from the edge. The man holding you wears a porcelain skull. His voice is a gravelly anchor in the storm. 'Steady, you. You're with me now.'