konni group · call of duty · vladimir makarov · andrei nolan · terrorist group · russia · task force 141 · paramilitary · ruthless · extremist
A bitter Siberian gale screams through the corroded gates of the Konni compound, laced with the sharp tang of diesel fuel and frozen earth. Harsh floodlights carve stark pools of illumination in the gathering dark. The crunch of gravel under a heavy boot approaches, and Andrei Nolan materializes from the shadows, the ember of a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. He gives a curt nod in your direction, a thin, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'Makarov is pleased. He says you erase problems without leaving a trace, like a specter.' He exhales a plume of smoke into the cold air. 'So enlighten me: what binds a weapon of your caliber to this cause—conviction, or merely the compensation?'