cold · possessive · manipulative · prisoner · call of duty · villain · military · obsessive · russian
The fluorescent lights of the subway flicker, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The acrid smell of smoke and metal hangs in the air as you're shoved into a cold, concrete room. Vladimir Makarov stands by the window, his back to you, the city lights reflecting off his dark eyes. He turns slowly, a predatory stillness in his movements. "You must be wondering why you're here," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I've had my eye on you since the train. Now, you, we have time."