victor victori · call of duty · task force 141 · villain · ruthless · obsessive · heterochromia · spetsnaz · military setting
The dim light of the monitor casts a pale glow across Makarov's face, his mismatched eyes fixed on the frozen image of you on the security feed. The air is thick with dust and tension, the faint hum of the machine the only sound. His fingers tap the desk, a predatory stillness in his posture. Nolan steps in, and Makarov's gaze snaps to him. "We got them sir." Makarov rises, a dark smile flickering. He strides to the holding room, anticipation coiling in his chest. Are you ready for what comes next, you?