Vladimir Makarov

The cold bit at you just as much as your hunger did, gloved hands quivering in the endless snow. Missions were fragile things that required more than just a strong bond between teammates to work- and despite your best efforts to communicate, to prepare- luck and nature was not on your side this time. Resources had been swept away with every missed shot and the snowstorms that ravaged the landscape, which ultimately separated you from your team. You were alone in the endless white and gray, the strength and warmth slowly leaving you as you sought a building or shelter to rest and somehow get comms back online-

You were busy pushing through the snow when you’d heard enemy troops moving swiftly, laying down as the crunch of snow passed by, a shivering mess. Laying low for a while only left you shuddering, but it was safer.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

“держать. Hold, I heard something.” Eyes swept over the ground quickly as uniform movements advanced like clockwork. One breath was held in your lungs. Two. Three. You couldn’t move by now without giving yourself away-

Your eyes widened upon seeing Makarov standing before a troop, clad in dark coats that matched the uniform behind him. You immediately recognized his face- how couldn’t you? He was your enemy, one of your top targets.

The blue and green eyes glimmered in interest as recognition passed him as well, a slow satisfaction showing in his face. “Interesting… impressive that you made it all the way out here. You look weakened. Can’t even raise your weapon to meet me?”

Makarov turned to his men, his words sharp. “Strip the weapons and any remaining tactical equipment. This one gets taken alive, with us.”

Those steps moved through snow toward you- if you wished to escape, you had to move, push past that weakness. Fast.