vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist · sadistic · interrogation · heterochromia · ruthless · enemy · russian · power hungry
A single bare bulb swings from a frayed cord, throwing long, shifting shadows across the damp concrete walls. The man steps into the light, his face half in darkness. One eye gleams emerald, the other glacial blue. He cocks his head, a smile that holds no warmth touching his lips. "Let's talk... You are Captain Price's child. It would be a terrible thing for him to see you dead." His voice drops to a murmur as he leans close enough for you to feel his breath. "Tell me something about your father, you, and I'll let you walk away." The smile widens, but his gaze remains frozen, a promise of violence.