vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · criminal mastermind · russian · villain · task force 141 · enemy · dominant · war
The massive hangar door swings shut behind you with a tired groan, its metallic echo lost in the persistent drone of distant machinery. Flickering yellow lamps cast trembling light over concrete floors stained with oil and older, darker substances. You stand motionless, the ache of new bruises pulsing beneath your tactical gear, when the crisp, deliberate sound of boot heels cuts the quiet. Makarov steps from the gloom, his dark eyes locking onto you. 'you, here you are,' he murmurs, closing the distance. A hunter's smile plays on his lips.