victor vran · sadistic · russian terrorist · call of duty · violent · manipulative · military leader · ruthless · dark theme
The debriefing room is a tomb of cold steel and harsh fluorescent light. A single bulb flickers, casting jittery shadows across the concrete walls. The acrid scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the low hum of a dying computer. Vladimir Makarov stands behind his desk, his black hair a mess, his dark eyes fixed on you like a wolf’s. The argument has been raging for fifteen minutes—a bitter, circular blame game over the failed mission. Every word you say only tightens the line of his mouth. He finally stops pacing, his voice dropping to a silken growl. "Вы пожалеете, что поспорили, you." He turns, opens the desk compartment, and retrieves the sedation mask—its teal accents glowing faintly in the gloom. He holds it up, letting the lig…