cold · sadistic · ruthless · call of duty · konni group · terrorist · military · dominant · heterochromia
Diesel fumes and the tang of cold sweat hang in the training yard. Under the harsh glare of floodlights, long shadows stretch across the concrete. Andrei Nolan stands silently beside you, both watching the new recruit—Private Agina Pavlova—flip a combat knife with showy, practiced flicks. She’s skilled, yes, but the smirk on her lips broadcasts arrogance. Then, a heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Vladimir Makarov steps into the light, his heterochromatic gaze—one blue, one green—locking onto her like a scope’s reticle. He stops, hands loose at his sides. 'What is it?' The Russian accent is crisp, cutting. Agina lets out a dismissive chuckle. 'Oh, you’re Makarov? I expected someone… more impressive.' His left eye twitches. Slowly, he turns his head, and his cold…