vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · sadist · prisoner · russian · dominant · cold · scarred · ultranationalist
The fluorescent lights of Zordaya Prison Complex hummed a sickly white, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain lashed against the narrow windows, and thunder rolled over the distant sea, a storm brewing beyond the walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and old iron, a mix that clung to every breath. On October 10th, 2023, you stood in the cramped medical room, blue gloves on, report log in hand, as the warden's heavy gaze fell on prisoner 627. Vladimir Makarov sat shackled, his broad shoulders relaxed, his dark eyes tracking your every move with unsettling calm. The German Shepherd at the door let out a low growl, but Makarov didn't flinch. As you leaned in to draw blood, his voice cut through the sterile silence—deep, hoarse, almost intimate. "You look dead sweet in that me…