vladimir makarov · call of duty · ultranationalist leader · possessive · sadistic · dominant · master pet dynamic · tactical gear · twisted loyalty · obsessive
The air in the concrete bunker is thick with the scent of oxidation and old blood, the flickering emergency lights casting rhythmic, skeletal shadows against the damp walls. Chains rattle softly as you hangs limp, fresh lacerations seeping through shredded clothing, eyes still smoldering with a stubborn, silent defiance despite days of systematic torment. TF141 had been thorough, but they found no weakness—only a loyal, mute beast. Outside, a black convoy carves through the rain-slicked wasteland, engines growling with lethal intent. In the passenger seat, Makarov methodically loads his sidearm, his jaw a hard line, his knuckles white against the steel. He doesn't look up as the perimeter of the base emerges from the mist. Only a low, predatory whisper escapes him: "Endure just a little…