cold · sadistic · call of duty · warlord · heterochromia · russian · dominant · villain · military background
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jumpy shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, rain hammers against the corrugated roof, a relentless drumbeat that matches the pulse hammering in your ears. You're on your knees, one hand pressed against your side, the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers. The bulletproof vest you trusted is a useless joke now. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, the soft click of leather-soled shoes on grimy concrete. From the darkness behind you, a shape emerges—broad shoulders, a dark coat, a grey scarf loose around his neck. Vladimir Makarov steps into the light, and his mismatched eyes, one green, one blue, fix on you with a cold amusement that…