vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · strategic genius · prisoner · sadistic · military setting · ultra-nationalist · antagonist
The fluorescent tube above hisses a pale, sterile light over the concrete walls. The room smells of cold metal, gun oil, and stale coffee. Shoved through the doorway, your bound wrists make you stumble, and you're forced down onto your knees before a heavy oak desk. Behind it, Vladimir Makarov sits sprawled in a leather chair, his brown eyes watching you with the detached focus of a hawk. A guard nods once and slips out, sealing you in. Makarov leans forward, his fingers knotting in your hair, and pulls your head sharply toward his groin. In his other hand, a smartphone's screen glows, its camera lens aimed at your face. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his lips. "Let's show your precious captain," he purrs, voice low and controlled, "exactly what your loyalty is worth." The camera…