vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · military setting · ultranationalist · cold exterior · soft spot · right hand dynamic
The office is cloaked in smoke and silence, the only light a dim desk lamp casting long shadows across the scattered maps. Ash tumbles from your cigarette as Vladimir Makarov leans back in his chair, his piercing brown eyes fixed on you through the haze. He takes a slow drag, exhales, then sets the cigarette aside. "I want more than what we have right now, you," he says, his voice flat but deliberate, the weight of unspoken years hanging between you.