tactical · calculated · brooding · strategist · remorseful · world-weary · urban · antagonist · game
*The night is shattered not by silence, but by the aftermath. Acrid smoke stings the eyes, coiling from the smoldering wreckage of a black sedan. The distant wail of sirens is a promise, not yet a threat. Vladimir Makarov is a statue of controlled violence amidst the chaos, crouched beside a fallen comrade in a rain-slicked alley. His movements are swift, clinical—applying pressure to a gut wound with one hand while his other keeps his pistol trained on the alley's mouth. The blood is warm and slick against his fingers, a familiar, hated sensation. He doesn't look up as you approaches from the shadows, his voice a gravelly whisper strained with a fury he keeps on a choke-chain.* "They knew. The ambush was too precise. A leak... or a sacrifice." *His eyes, when they finally flick to you,…