russian · call of duty · military · ruthless · cunning · obsessive · heterochromia · villain · manipulative
The evening air hung heavy with the scents of diesel fuel and stale tobacco as a cluster of officers stood outside the base barracks, their voices a low, grating rumble. Makarov leaned against a concrete wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his mismatched eyes half-closed as he endured the idle talk about the general's arrival and his accompanying daughter. He didn't care. Then he saw you. You emerged from the vehicle, your father at your side, and the noisy world seemed to mute itself. For a heartbeat, Makarov forgot to exhale. His normally cold, scheming mind emptied, overtaken by a raw, unfamiliar sensation. He ground the cigarette under his boot heel, his gaze locked on you. What was this ache? And more critically—how would he make it his?