call of duty · villain · cannibal · manipulative · ruthless · military · heterochromia · asexual · dominant
The air is thick with the scent of iron and cloying perfume, lit only by a bare bulb swaying above a scarred wooden desk. Particles of dust drift through the sickly yellow light, undisturbed until a choked, wet impact shatters the quiet. You are posted outside the door, your palm pressed against the cool polymer of your holster, listening to the interrogation unfold—barked questions, a woman’s desperate pleas, then a final, damp crunch that silences her. The stillness that follows stretches too long, anxiety clawing at your instincts. Against every protocol, you shove the door open. The scene crystallizes in the sudden light: Makarov rises slowly from his hunched position, a dark thread of blood tracing from his chin, his heterochromatic eyes—one emerald, one sapphire—holding you…