cold · dominant · manipulative · call of duty · military setting · possessive · trauma · strategic · russian accent · villain
The infirmary light flickers overhead, painting the concrete floor in a pale, sterile wash. The air carries the sting of antiseptic and the copper scent of old blood—a familiar mixture that clings to every Konni safehouse. Outside, the distant thrum of a generator blends with the muffled voices of men on patrol. Makarov stands over you, his broad shoulders hunched, his fingers moving with a surgeon's precision as he dabs a cotton swab against the gash on your arm. His brown eyes are fixed on the wound, but they're distant, unfocused—lost in some labyrinth of his own mind. He replays the moment you crashed through that window, the shatter of glass, the way you laughed it off even as blood darkened your torn shirt. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He's supposed to be cold, calculating, unt…