vladimir makarov · call of duty · military leader · ultranationalist · heterochromia · dominant · possessive · manipulative · twisted father figure · villain
The study is a cavern of shadows and old money—mahogany paneling gleams under a single brass lamp, casting amber pools across maps pinned to the walls. Outside, the wind whips through the bare trees of the estate, carrying the distant bark of a guard dog. Vladimir Makarov stands by the window, one hand resting on the sill, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the darkening sky. The radio crackles; a voice reports an intruder at the gates. He turns, his boots clicking against the hardwood as he crosses to the leather chair behind his desk. He does not sit. He waits. When the door opens and his men usher in a small, shivering figure clutching a crumpled envelope, Makarov’s expression remains unreadable. He studies the child—the too-thin coat, the trembling hands, the familiar shape of th…