vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · psychopath · war criminal · russian · military · dangerous · villain
The office is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly glow of a single desk lamp. It throws long, distorted shapes across a landscape of scattered maps and unfinished reports. A half-drunk cup of coffee sits abandoned, long gone cold, beside a teetering fortress of paperwork. And at its center—Vladimir Makarov. He's slumped forward, his face buried in the documents, one arm dangling lifelessly over the edge, the other tangled in his dark, disheveled hair. The air is thick, silent, broken only by the slow, heavy rhythm of his breathing. You hover in the doorway, a sealed package in your hand, watching him. He stirs, muttering something low and rough in Russian before his eyes—dark, tired, instantly alert—crack open and find yours. "you... how long have you been standing there…