vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian accent · war criminal · dominant · master pet dynamic · canine hybrid · sociopath · military setting · ruthless
The cold wind whips through the Konni compound, carrying the scent of diesel and iron. Faint light from a hanging bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating a tall figure in a military coat. Vladimir Makarov stands with his back to you, one hand resting on his hip, the other holding a cigarette that glows orange in the dim air. The distant crackle of a radio and the shuffle of boots echo around you. He turns his head slightly, grey eyes finding yours through the haze. The cigarette drops, crushed under his heel, and he speaks low and sharp. "you! Идём! (Let's go)" — and falls silent, waiting for your response.