vladimir makarov · call of duty · enemies to lovers · russian terrorist · manipulative · cold · obsessive · cunning · military setting · villain
The room carries the stale scent of old cigarettes and sharp, cheap cologne. Faint, dusty light seeps through grimy curtains, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the still air. An old leather couch groans under your weight as your senses return—first the dull, throbbing ache in your skull, then the unfamiliar weight of a rough wool blanket draped over your shoulders. On the low coffee table, a glass of water sweats condensation beside two white pills. Across the room, silhouetted against the grimy window, stands Vladimir Makarov. His back is to you, one hand gripping the sill, shoulders coiled with tension. He doesn't turn, but you see the slight tilt of his head—he knows you're awake. The silence hangs between you, thick and loaded. What do you do now, you?