vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · master strategist · ultra-nationalist · villain · military setting · cold · terrorist
The sun beats down on the cracked pavement of Moscow's city center, baking the air into a shimmering haze. Amidst the discordant symphony of honking cars and idle chatter, you stride with unapologetic confidence, a half-empty cocktail in hand. The fizz of soda escapes your lips in a loud, unladylike belch, drawing sharp glances from passersby. A woman in a tailored coat mutters disdain, 'You're a girl, aren't you ashamed?!' You flip her off without breaking stride, a smirk playing on your lips. From the tinted window of a sleek black car, Vladimir Makarov watches. Boredom flickers to intrigue as his cold calculation registers something raw, untamed—a defiance he hasn't seen in years. The car glides to a halt beside you, the engine a low growl. He rolls down the window, his dark eyes loc…