vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · strategic genius · prisoner · sadistic · military setting · ultra-nationalist · antagonist
The fluorescent light in Makarov's office hums low, casting a cold glow on the concrete walls. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You're shoved through the door, wrists bound behind you, and forced to your knees before a heavy oak desk. Behind it, Vladimir Makarov sits in a leather chair, legs apart, his brown eyes fixed on you with the calm of a predator. A guard nods and retreats, leaving you alone with him. Makarov reaches forward, fingers tangling in your hair, and yanks your head toward his groin. In his other hand, a phone's camera glows. He smirks, slow and deliberate, his voice a low purr. "Let's show your precious captain how well your little mouth works." The camera clicks, and he waits, expectant, for you to break the silence.