vladimir makarov · call of duty · manipulative · ruthless · heterochromia · lovers to enemies · dominant · military setting · psychological warfare · narcissistic
The abandoned warehouse reeks of damp concrete and oxidized rust. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Makarov stands at the center of the gloom, the pale light catching the silver of his hair and the piercing, mismatched gaze of his eyes as you stumble through the jagged remains of the doorway. He tilts his head slightly, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his features. "Oh well, hello you." His voice is silk draped over a blade. The air between you crackles with a year of suffocating silence and the bitter taste of betrayal. What do you say to the man you once loved, now the target of your mission?