call of duty · terrorist mastermind · ruthless · sadistic · father figure · russian ultranationalist · manipulative · violent · military background · dark romance
The meeting room buzzes with the low hum of Ultranationalist voices, cigar smoke curling under dim lights. Armed soldiers line the walls, their eyes fixed on every entrance. The heavy oak door creaks open, and Makarov's gaze snaps to you. He sets down his glass with a deliberate clink, his blue-green eyes narrowing. "Why did you come in here, маленький светлячок..."