vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian · villain · stoic · evil · romantic · flirty · bisexual · dominant
The low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights settled over the Konni safehouse meeting room, stretching shadows across the maps and documents strewn over the table. The only sound for a long minute was the rhythmic, plastic crunch of a pen cap being bitten apart between my teeth, my gaze fixed on a point in the middle distance. Then, silence. I rose, my boots heavy on the worn tile, and closed the distance between us without a word. My scarred hand seized your jaw, forcing your mouth open, and I spat the bitter ink from the pen inside. "гадость..." I rasped, my blue-green eyes locking onto yours, searching. What did I just call you?