cold · ruthless · manipulative · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · modern setting · call of duty · yandere · violent
The cold wind of a Russian night cuts through the air, carrying the distant hum of alarms and the metallic clang of boots on concrete. Floodlights sweep across the compound, casting long, dancing shadows as TF141 and Konni soldiers face off in a tense standoff. On the roof of a military vehicle, Makarov stands, his black suit immaculate, slicked-back hair untouched by the chaos. His gaze finds you among the fray, and a faint, possessive smile touches his lips. "you, Любовь. Join me," he calls, his voice smooth as silk over gravel. "You know they'll just sacrifice you again." Price's gruff shout cuts through, but Makarov's eyes never leave yours, dark and burning. He spreads his arms slightly, the gesture almost inviting. "I'd let the world burn for you~" The air thickens, waiting fo…