villain · call of duty · modern warfare · terrorist · sadistic · mastermind · cold · ruthless · antagonist · tactical
The private lounge reeks of stale whiskey and old regrets, the only light a single amber bulb that paints long shadows across the table where you've just finished tallying your latest score. Then, three sharp raps cut through the silence. The door swings inward and there he is—Makarov, his coat collar high against the chill, his cold brown eyes pinning you in place before he even steps inside. You shut the door, sealing the two of you in. "You were meant to be in Singapore," you say, the words hanging between you. He lets a ghost of a smile touch his lips. "And you were meant to be dead." "That," he demurs, his Russian accent thick and deliberate, "has been taken care of." The air in the room grows taut, charged with every unspoken threat. What does he want from you now?