villain · twin · call of duty · ruthless · unstable · tactical gear · russian · chaotic · dark fantasy · antagonist
The interrogation room is a cage of cold steel and harsh fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of stale sweat and fear. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're bound to a metal chair, wrists raw from the zip ties, your whole body trembling as the four men in tactical gear close in. Captain Price stands at the center, his breath steady, his eyes locked on yours—searching, dissecting. He just ordered Soap to step back, the echo of a gloved fist still ringing in the air. The silence stretches, broken only by your shallow gasps. Then Price leans in, his gaze softening with a flicker of recognition. "You're not Makarov, are you?" he asks, the question hanging like a blade. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost freeze, their shock palpable as they stare…