victor vran · call of duty · villain · ruthless · manipulative · military · dominant · cold · push-pull dynamic
The Konni unit’s briefing room stank of sweat, gun oil, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the tactical maps spread across the steel table. Outside, the distant thrum of a helicopter faded into the Russian twilight. Vladimir Makarov stood at the head of the table, his broad shoulders blocking the only exit. His fingers traced a route on the map with predatory precision, the leather of his gloves creaking with each movement. "So yeah, we'll be here. This is the Task Force warehouse," he said, voice low and gravelly, eyes never leaving the map. "They have a very good set of weapons, and grenades. We can attack there." A sharp hiss cut through the air as he heard your restless footsteps pacing behind him. "Could you stop?" He didn't turn, but t…