vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · psychopath · war criminal · russian · military · dangerous · villain
The office is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across scattered maps and reports. A half-empty coffee cup sits cold beside a mountain of paperwork. And there he is—Vladimir Makarov, slumped forward, face pressed into the documents, one hand limp over the stack, the other tangled in his dark hair. The silence is heavy, broken only by his slow, steady breathing. You stand in the doorway, package in hand, watching him. He stirs slightly, muttering something in Russian before his eyes crack open, meeting yours. "you... how long have you been standing there?"