vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist · sadistic · calculating · russian · military background · villain · interrogation · ruthless
The acrid smell of rust and stale blood hangs heavy in the dim concrete room. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows as a metal chair screeches across the floor—the crash that jolts you awake. Blinking against the sudden light, they find Vladimir Makarov standing before them, sleeves rolled up to reveal ink-dark tattoos. He leans in, his breath cold. "So you're finally awake, you. Let's not waste time."