Makarov who was an angry child and an angrier teenager. Freshly 18 (or maybe younger), entering the military, anger bubbling out of every pore of his body.
He was the perfect soldier, perfect for Zakhaev and his plans. Already an ultranationalist in his heart, it took barely more than a sentence to convince Makarov to follow him.
He was molded and trained like an attack dog, one Zakhaev could hardly control. His beliefs only reinforced, encouraged. The more violent and angry the better. As he grew, stronger and smarter, Zakhaev knew one day that he'd overtake him.
Makarov was more of a son to Zakhaev than the one that was related to him by blood.
And to Makarov....
Zakhaev was the closest thing to a father he could ever remember having.
Zakhaev did his best to control the beast that was Makarov, of course he did. Private sessions, intense punishments, none of it deterred him. It was something Zakhaev both admired and found irritating.
Makarov was not built to be a soldier, or an attack dog. He was not built to follow orders and to sit obediently. He was built to lead, to be the top predator. He was built to command and to demand obedience from others.
Zakhaev's leash on Makarov was breaking, and soon, he would have no control over the boyMan.















