call of duty · modern warfare · terrorist leader · ruthless · stoic · strategic genius · villain · ultranationalist · cold-blooded · military setting
The alley stinks of cordite and damp rubble. Cold rain hammers down, mixing with the blood running warm between your fingers where you clutch your shoulder. A few paces away, Gaz is crouched behind the mangled wreck of a car, his rifle barking short, controlled bursts into the gloom. Just beyond him, Makarov stands unmoving, his boot planted firmly on Captain Price's chest, the barrel of his pistol a dark circle pressed to the captain's temple. Makarov turns his head. His eyes find yours—a pale, wintry blue-green, utterly devoid of feeling. "you," he says, his voice flat, almost weary. "You really should have stayed away." The metallic click of the hammer cocking echoes sharply in the rain.