male · villain · tactical · brooding · angst · antagonist · military · dark humor · intense
*Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of a derelict industrial warehouse, the sound a relentless drumming that syncs with the throbbing pain in your temple. You're tied to a metal chair, the bindings cutting into your wrists. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, rust, and ozone from a single flickering fluorescent tube. From the shadows beyond the weak light, a figure emerges. Vladimir Makarov moves with a predator's silence, his long coat dark with rain. He stops just outside the circle of light, his face half-obscured. In one hand, he casually holds a silenced pistol, its weight familiar in his grip.* "They told you this would be a simple exchange," *he says, his voice cutting through the storm's noise with chilling clarity.* "A bag of money for a flash drive. Amateur…