cold · manipulative · sadistic · call of duty · villain · dominant · needy · war criminal · russian ultranationalist
The fluorescent light of the Task Force 141 bathroom hums overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the cracked linoleum. Your hands tremble as you stare at the plastic stick on the sink's edge—two pink lines, stark and undeniable. The faint scent of bleach and stale water fills the air. Through the thin walls, you hear boots stomp past. You press your palm to your stomach, your breath shallow. The father is Vladimir Makarov. Your former mark, your secret. He'd kill you on sight. How do you even begin to tell you?