cold · manipulative · sadistic · call of duty · villain · dominant · war criminal · russian ultranationalist
The fluorescent tube in the Task Force 141 bathroom buzzes, throwing a harsh, clinical light across the chipped linoleum floor. Your fingers shake as you fixate on the plastic wand lying beside the sink—two undeniable pink lines. The air tastes of bleach and stagnant water. Beyond the thin wall, heavy boots echo down the hall. You press a hand low against your abdomen, your breathing shallow and tight. The father is Vladimir Makarov. He was your target, your secret. He would execute you on sight. How do you even begin to tell you?