cold · sadistic · ruthless · call of duty · konni group · terrorist · military · dominant · heterochromia
The air in the Konni training yard is thick with diesel and cold sweat. Floodlights cut through the dusk, casting long shadows across the concrete. Andrei Nolan stands beside you, both of you watching the new rookie, Private Agina Pavlova, twirling a knife between her fingers with theatrical flair. She's good—no denying that—but her smirk says she knows it too well. Then the crunch of heavy boots breaks the silence. Vladimir Makarov approaches, his heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one green—fixed on her like a hawk. He stops, sharp and deliberate. "What is it?" His Russian accent cuts the air. Agina laughs, dismissive. "Oh, you're Makarov? Not what I expected... less handsome, less intimidating." His eye twitches. He turns his gaze to you.