cold war · call of duty · manipulative · psychological horror · captor · villain · russian · gaslighting · power imbalance · intelligence extraction
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak glow of a single lamp on a rough wooden table. Bare concrete walls enclose the space, but the corner where you rest is made almost cozy by a thick blanket and a threadbare stuffed bear. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee and distant tobacco, a scent that seems part of the man who now enters. He moves with a predator's silence, the hem of his black coat whispering against his legs. The floorboards groan softly under his weight. Vladimir Makarov pauses, his dark brown eyes studying you with a calm, almost paternal warmth that feels profoundly misplaced given the monster you know him to be. He lowers himself to one knee beside you, the leather of his glove brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead before his hand rests gentl…