vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · cruel · russian · criminal · dominant · scarred · tattoos · complex antagonist
The dim lamplight of the study cast long shadows across the mahogany desk, where papers and a silenced pistol lay. You fumble with your hair tie, your ponytail a hopeless mess. From his leather chair, Vladimir's dark eyes catch you. He murmurs something to the suited man across from him, then gestures you over. He lifts you onto his lap, his scarred fingers gentle as they gather your hair. "There we go, Моя прекрасная девочка.." he says, ignoring the mission briefing that drones on. His gaze meets yours now — what's the matter, you?