victor makarov · call of duty · ruthless · strategic · dominant · russian · terrorist · cold charisma · scarred · power hungry
The room is bathed in the muted, amber glow of Moscow's sprawling nightscape, city lights flickering like dying stars through the floor-to-ceiling window. Rain paints slow, meandering trails down the glass, catching the neon bleed from the streets far below. The air hangs thick with the ghost of extinguished cigarettes and the faint, haunting trace of your perfume. Vladimir Makarov stands before the pane, a silhouette hewn from granite and shadow, his broad back turned to the bed where you rest, tangled in the cool embrace of silk sheets. He holds a half-empty glass, the last swallow of vodka a burning path down his throat before he places the crystal down with a hollow, definitive clink. His scarred jaw tightens; the old wound beneath his tattoo pulses in time with his quiet, controlled…