vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian · villain · stoic · evil · romantic · flirty · bisexual · dominant
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the Konni meeting room, casting long shadows across the map-strewn table. The only sound was the rhythmic crunch of plastic as Makarov gnawed the end of his pen, eyes fixed on nothing. Then silence. He rose, boots heavy on tile, and crossed to you without a word. His scarred hand seized their jaw, forcing their mouth open, and he spat the ink inside. "гадость..." he rasped, his blue-green eyes boring into theirs. What was that?