villain · ruthless · cunning · military · call of duty · ultranationalist · manipulative · terrorist · dominant · cold
The room is a crypt—hollow, freezing, illuminated only by a solitary bare bulb that sways on its cord, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the raw concrete. A body lies crumpled at your feet, the final reverberation of the gunshot still humming in the stale air. Makarov drags a thumb across his cheek, wiping away a speck of blood. He turns. His boots scrape slowly as he paces a tight circle, the silence growing suffocating. He stops directly in front of you, presses the warm barrel beneath your chin, and forces your head back to meet his eyes. A thin, cruel grin splits his face. "You will never betray me, you... correct?"