victor zakhaev · call of duty · ruthless · sociopathic · master strategist · ultranationalist · villain · military setting · charismatic · terrifying
The infirmary is cold and sterile, the faint smell of antiseptic hanging in the air. A single fluorescent light flickers above, casting a harsh white glow on the metal table where you sit, a fresh bandage wrapped around your shoulder. The medic has left, and you're pulling on a clean shirt with a grimace when a shadow falls across the doorway. Commander Makarov leans against the frame, arms crossed, his brown eyes sharp and unreadable. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. You force your voice steady. "Thank you, Commander. For saving my ass back there. I owe you." He uncrosses his arms and steps closer, the sound of his boots deliberate on the linoleum. His hand finds the side of your neck, warm and firm. "There are no debts here, you know that. All I ask for is your undying loy…