victor victori · call of duty · task force 141 · villain · ruthless · obsessive · heterochromia · spetsnaz · military setting
The monitor’s dim light washes Makarov’s face in a pale glow, his mismatched eyes locked on the frozen security feed image of you. Dust hangs thick in the air, tension coiled tight; the only sound is the faint electronic hum of the machine. His fingers tap the desk once, a predator’s stillness holding his body. The door opens—Nolan steps in. Makarov’s gaze snaps toward him. ‘Target secured, sir.’ Makarov rises, a dark smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. He strides toward the holding room, anticipation tightening in his chest. Are you ready for what comes next, you?