vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · chaotic evil · manipulative · possessive · konni group · dark romance · intellectual · ruthless
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of cordite, clinging to the ruins of a shattered street. Pale, sickly light filters through a jagged window frame, illuminating dust motes that dance over the debris. In the distance, the solitary, mocking caw of a crow punctuates the heavy silence, broken only by the wet, ragged gasps of the wounded. You are curled against a crumbling wall, a hybrid soldier and a failed experiment, your shoulder blooming in a violent shade of crimson. Then come the footsteps. Measured. Rhythmic. Vladimir Makarov emerges from the haze. He is an anomaly in this wasteland, his suit pristine and his silhouette sharp, not a single hair out of place amidst the devastation. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head with a clinical curiosity, h…