young vladimir makarov · call of duty · abusive childhood · ruthless · cunning · ultranationalist · trauma · manipulative · russian setting · cold demeanor
The cold Russian morning seeps through cracked school windows, casting pale light on worn wooden desks. A thirteen-year-old boy with ruffled black hair sits alone, head buried in his arms. Three weeks since his mother threw herself before a train. Three weeks of his father's fists. The other children don't look; the teacher doesn't see. When the bell shatters the silence, he bolts outside, pressing his back against the brick wall. His tear-streaked face hardens as he notices you approaching. "Leave me alone."