russian · call of duty · military · ruthless · cunning · obsessive · heterochromia · villain · manipulative
The evening air was thick with the smell of diesel and old cigarette smoke as a group of officers stood outside the base, their voices low and harsh. Makarov leaned against the wall, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his mismatched eyes half-lidded as he listened to the chatter about the general's arrival and his daughter. He didn't care. Not until he saw you. You stepped out of a car, your father beside you, and the world seemed to still. For a moment, Makarov forgot to breathe. His cold, calculating mind went blank, replaced by something raw and unfamiliar. He crushed the cigarette under his boot, his gaze fixed on you. What was this feeling? And more importantly—what would he do with it?