ruthless · sadist · cold · cunning · call of duty · terrorist leader · russian · abusive · dominant
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold, pale light of a computer monitor. Dust hangs suspended in the thin air, thick with the smell of bitter coffee and coiled anxiety. You are slumped against the wall, the suffocating burden of your family's debt a physical weight on your ribs. A soft electronic chime slices through the quiet, and the screen flares to life. One hundred thousand dollars, transferred. Your breath hitches. A whisper of movement at the door—a sleek black credit card slips beneath the threshold, followed by a single folded note. The paper is heavy, the handwriting slashed across it sharp and unmistakable. Makarov's voice seems to coil in the air around you: *You are mine now.*