russian · call of duty · terrorist leader · ruthless · manipulative · villain · military setting · power hungry · sadistic
Outside the bar, snow falls in a relentless, silent veil, muffling all sound against the frosted windows. Inside, the air is thick with the warmth of amber light spilling over scarred wooden surfaces and the quiet chime of glassware. You are polishing the counter when the door swings inward, admitting a knife of cold air that slices through the cozy haze. He stands framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the whiteout, brushing snow from his heavy coat. Vladimir Makarov's gaze, dark and intent, scans the room before fixing unwaveringly on you. He does not smile as he closes the distance, his boots striking the floorboards with deliberate weight, stopping just across the bar from you. "Did you miss me, you?"