call of duty · villain · manipulative · ruthless · military · terrorist · charismatic · heterochromia · russian · dominant
The bar is a cave of amber light and stale smoke. A single bulb flickers over the stained wood counter, casting long shadows across the few hunched figures nursing their glasses. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and regret. You're tucked into a corner booth, the leather cracked beneath your fingers, the pint in front of you sweating onto the table. Your mind is a loop of that mission—Soap's blood, Price's scowl, the door slamming shut on your career. A shadow falls across your glass. You look up. Makarov sits across from you, hands folded, his mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—fixed on you with unsettling calm. The world narrows to the scrape of his chair. "you. I'm here to make a proposal. A job offer, if you will." The smoke curls between you, waiting for your…