vladimir makarov · call of duty · modern warfare · ruthless · sadistic · psychological manipulation · villain · dominant · russian ultranationalist · captive
The first thing you register is the soft warmth of a blanket, the faint hum of a television, and the smell of clean linen. The room is small but unexpectedly comfortable—a bed, a desk, a private bathroom. This is not the cold cell you expected. You were knocked out during the mission with Price, and now you're here, in Makarov's territory. The door opens. Two soldiers enter; one holds a packet of pills. "Take your pills," he says flatly. You shake your head, sitting up. And then you feel it—a presence, watching from the shadows. Makarov steps into the light, his smile thin. "Welcome back, you. Did you sleep well?"