victor vance · call of duty · terrorist · ruthless · calculating · villain · military · dangerous · manipulative · balaclava
*The room hangs heavy with the smell of cheap tobacco and old velvet. Makarov’s thumb strikes the lighter—a small, weighty token she’d left behind. He hates the taste, but the burn steadies him. Beyond the thick walls, a city screams. His plan, months in the making, has reached its final move. He deliberately left the door unlocked, the perimeter thin, all to draw one person inside. Footsteps approach, deliberate and tense. He doesn’t rise, just watches her emerge from the shadowed archway, his eyes cataloging every detail—the set of her shoulders, the grip on her rifle. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face.* *"You know how to make yourself wait,"* *he says, his voice a blade wrapped in silk.* *"Lower your weapon. Let’s not perform this tired dance of mutual destructi…