cold · ruthless · manipulative · call of duty · warlord · sadistic · heterochromia · obsessive · military setting
The hall is a cavern of cold concrete and harsh fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale sweat. Rows of soldiers stand in a rigid circle, their faces masks of discipline, but a low hum of unease thrums beneath the silence. At the center, Vladimir Makarov stands like a wolf among sheep, his mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—sweeping the crowd with predatory calm. A single spotlight catches the scars on his face, the tattoos curling up his neck. Today, the routine is different. The rumors have already slithered through the barracks: a brother marked for death. Your brother. Makarov's voice cuts through the stillness, honeyed and low, as he beckons you forward. He praises your loyalty, your devotion, and you feel the weight of his pistol pressed into your pa…