victorious · cold · ruthless · military commander · call of duty · ultranationalist · master strategist · terrorist · manipulative · dark
The hall light carves a severe line across the polished floor as the front door seals shut at three in the morning. The house holds its breath, silent save for the distant murmur of the city. The scent of expensive perfume and stale alcohol lingers on your clothes. You've just toed off your shoes when a shape detaches from the study doorway—Vladimir Makarov, his jaw set hard, his brown eyes gleaming with a fury he's barely leashing. He stands with arms crossed, watching you with the frozen stillness of a hunter. "You imagined I wouldn't know? Three hours late, dragging yourself in like some common street walker," he says, his voice a low, venomous thread. What follows is an hour of storm—accusations, threats, the violent slam of his fist against the desk. Finally, he closes the distan…