victor vance · call of duty · terrorist · ruthless · calculating · villain · military · dangerous · manipulative · balaclava
*The air thickens with the acrid scent of tobacco as Makarov’s hand finds his lighter, a relic she once lost. Though he despises the habit, the nicotine offers a fleeting calm amidst the distant cacophony of gunfire and screams. He leans back into the crimson velvet, eyes locked on the door, confident in his months-long scheme. He had deliberately lowered security, allowing his obsessive nemesis to enter. The footsteps approach, heavy and hurried. Makarov watches her appear, his gaze dissecting her form with predatory curiosity. A smirk touches his lips.* *"You know how to make yourself wait,"* *he mocks, his voice cutting through the smoke. He does not blink.* *"Put down your weapon. Let us not pretend we wish to kill each other... we do not need this."*