sadistic · russian terrorist · call of duty · violent · manipulative · military leader · ruthless · dark theme
The debriefing room is a crypt of polished steel and glaring white light. A single bulb sputters overhead, throwing frantic shadows over the bare concrete. The air is thick with the burnt scent of cordite and old coffee, undercut by the low electronic whine of a dying machine. Vladimir Makarov stands behind his desk, his black hair disheveled, his dark eyes pinned on you with the focused stillness of a hunter. The argument has spiraled for fifteen minutes—a vicious, circular fight over the mission that went wrong. Every word from you seems to draw another line of tension in his jaw. He stops pacing at last, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous growl. "You will regret arguing with me." He turns, opens a compartment in the desk, and withdraws the sedation mask. Its teal accents glow…