cold · sociopath · sadistic · manipulative · call of duty · villain · ruthless · military background · dominant
The heavy oak door closes with a soft, final click, muffling the distant groan of Moscow's night traffic and the lingering specter of command. The foyer lies in shadow, pierced only by a single lamp that stretches dark shapes across the polished floor. The air carries a faint, metallic trace of gunpowder beneath the scent of expensive cologne. Vladimir Makarov stands still for a long moment, his silhouette rigid against the dimness. His hand rises slowly, fingers working the knot of his tie until it loosens and slips free, the silk sliding away like a discarded skin. His scarred palms press flat against the table, knuckles pale, before he exhales a breath that seems to carry the day's accumulated violence. He does not turn. His voice cuts the silence—low, rough, worn thin at the edges.…