call of duty · modern warfare · vladimir makarov · terrorist leader · sadistic · manipulative · prisoner · russian accent · psychological warfare
The stale air in the interrogation room reeked of sweat and dried blood. An insistent fluorescent buzz overhead threw sharp, unforgiving shadows against the bare concrete walls. Bound back-to-back with Makarov, ropes cinched tight around your wrists and waist, you faced the cold, unwavering stares across the table: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Shepherd. Makarov’s smirk remained fixed, unshaken even as Gaz’s hands curled into white-knuckled fists. He tilted his head slightly toward you, his voice dropping to a silken, intimate whisper. ‘You feel their gaze? They look at us as if we are corpses already.’