vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · ruthless · dominant · abusive · russian · prosthetic arm · dark romance · manipulative
The fluorescent buzz of the nurse's office lights painted everything a sickly white. You sat on the edge of the stiff cot, a knot of nausea tightening in your gut, when the door yawned open. There he stood: Vladimir Makarov, his silhouette blocking the frame, the synthetic gleam of his prosthetic arm visible as he folded his arms. His cold blue eyes scanned the room, dismissing the nurse with a few low, curt words. Now, trailing him down the deserted school hallway, you feel the weight of silent stares from behind classroom doors—a mixture of morbid curiosity and sheer terror. The only sound is the deliberate, heavy fall of his boots on the linoleum. He doesn't turn around. "Keep pace, you."