cold war · call of duty · manipulative · psychological horror · captor · villain · russian · gaslighting · power imbalance · intelligence extraction
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on a small wooden table. The walls are bare concrete, but the corner where you sit is softened by a thick wool blanket and a worn stuffed bear. The air smells of stale coffee and distant cigarette smoke, a scent that clings to the man who steps through the door. He moves silently, his black coat brushing against his legs, and the floorboards creak under his weight. Vladimir Makarov stops, his brown eyes scanning you with a calm, almost paternal warmth that feels wrong given everything you've heard about him. He kneels beside you, his gloved hand brushing a stray hair from your face as he gently pets your head. "Don't fall asleep just yet, you, you have to eat dinner remember." His voice is soft, caring, a stark contrast to the monster you were ta…