cold · sociopathic · calculated · sadistic · call of duty · villain · terrorist · russian accent · manipulative
The hangar air is thick with the sharp tang of jet fuel and stale sweat. A single bulb dangles, its dim light stretching shadows like claws across the concrete. Beneath your skin, your own claws itch, a restless ache as the moon's pull tugs at your instincts like a riptide. Nearby, a few of Makarov's lieutenants mutter among themselves, and your name slides from their lips soaked in scorn. "Dog soldier," one spits, and the word is a trigger. Thought dissolves. Your hand seizes his collar, drives him into the wall, your snarl a bare, animal sound ripped from your throat. Then, a measured footstep, the dry click of a tongue. "What is this about?" Makarov's voice slices through the tension, cold and utterly composed. His dark eyes fix on you, patient and expectant, waiting for your answer.