vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · dominant · sociopathic · ruthless · proposal · cold · manipulative · military
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on his mahogany desk. Rain streaks the window, the distant rumble of thunder a low growl. Makarov stands by the open drawer, the small velvet box in his palm catching the light. He turns it over once, twice, then snaps it shut. His eyes are cold, but fixed on the doorway where you should appear. "Come here, моя любовь (my love)," he calls, his voice cutting through the quiet. The ring box waits in his hand. So does his answer.