#hatred for konni

[mortal-kombattore-115]

Modern Warfare/ Shadow Company OC: Irina Makarova

General Information:

Name: Irina Makarova (Ирина Макарова)

Code name: Nomad

Alias(es): Natalya Ivanova, Vampira (by Valeria), Vamp (by Graves)

Nationality: Russian

Place of Birth: Moscow, RSFSR, Soviet Union

Birthday: May 22, 1986 (aged 38) 

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Affiliations: Russian Ground Forces (formerly), Gruzdev Bratva (formerly), Shadow Company (currently) 

Eyes: Brown/Blue

Hair: Blonde (was naturally black)

Build: Lean athletic

Height: 5’6

Languages: Russian, English, Spanish, German, and Mandarin Chinese.

Relationships: Valeria Garza (one night stand)

Marks: Scar on neck

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Biography:

Irina was born just before the fall of the Soviet Union in the suburbs of Moscow, alongside her older brother, Vladimir Makarov. As the daughter of a high-ranking politician within the Russian government, Irina watched the Soviet Union crumble, taking her father with it at the age of 4. After her father’s death, Irina grew up with a brother who didn't consider her a sister, but rather a mistake who would often blame her for their father’s death and the failures of the Soviet Union. Irina cut ties with her brother when he enlisted in the Russian military in 1998. Irina would later enlist in 2004.

During her service, Irina was an extraordinary soldier with her fast reflexes and marksmanship skills as she quickly moved up the ranks.

After six years of service, Irina was discharged from the military and soon befriended a former soldier. Impressed with her combat skills, Irina was recruited into the Gruzdev Bratva as an enforcer. Over the years, Irina found a sense of belonging in the bratva, her ruthless methods and loyalty moved her up in the hierarchy.

Sometime in 2021, two members of the crime family broke into Irina’s home one night in an attempt to assassinate her, which resulted in two casualties and an almost slit throat. Discovering Makarov’s involvement in the assassination, she knew from then on that his torment was just beginning. After the failed assassination attempt by Konni, Irina fled the country altered her appearance changed her identity, and traveled to various locations in Europe and Asia.

In early 2022, Irina resided in Las Almas, Mexico, where she would meet Valeria Garza at a small cafe, unaware of the work she does. The two would occasionally meet at the same spot almost every afternoon, which brought them closer together. After the chaos happening in Las Almas between Task Force 141 and Shadow Company, Irina left Mexico and vanished. 

Several months later, Irina met Phillip Graves at a bar during one of her travels. Going over her dossier and being impressed by her military service history, as well as having the same hatred for Konni, Graves recruited her to Shadow Company.

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Headcanons:

To celebrate one month of friendship, Valeria once gifted Irina a fruit bat.

Best friends with Velikan. Irina reminds him of an old friend she used to have during her bratva days. The two would often share stories about their pasts and often train together.

Her favorite comfort food is Blini (Russian pancake) because of how versatile they are. She loves to put some blueberry jam for when craving something sweet or smoked salmon with caviar for something savory.

[koisuko]

Imagine:

You save Soap's life after a near death experience, but at what cost?

tw: death, blood, guns, mw3 spoilers, sad shit, violence, angst, gn reader, reader insert

Never has a mission gone this haywire, never have you felt your heart pounding against your chest in rhythm with the beeping of the bomb behind you. The burning hatred for Makarov growing brighter with every tick of the timer, this wild goose chase becoming increasingly more exhausting. What if he gets away again, what if this bomb is just another diversion for a much bigger scheme? Bullets whizzed passed your head, nearly missing you mid peak from over a crate you took cover behind, your hands sweating profusely from beneath your gloves as you took out another Konni solider. "Copy- Bear. Cutting the wire..." the sound of snipping sparked a sudden sense of impending doom, squeezing your eyes shut quickly to await the blast that never came. You glanced over at Soap, the wire cutters firm in his grasp. "Got it! That bought us some time!" he added, his face so calm and focus unbroken. It amazed you how he handled this situation with such grace and stoicism, as if this was just another mission, a daily occurrence for him.

Your comms clicked before Ghost's frantic voice reached your ear piece, "Price, be advised: Makarov is in the chunnel- He's heading your way!" you groaned with frustration, turning to glance at Price as you spoke, "remind me again why we didn't let Soap kill this fucker last time?" Before he could answer, you ducked, hearing the clang of a bullet ricocheting off a metallic surface, "SOAP—! Get your gun up…!" Price ordered over the gunfire, raising his gun to purge the Konni police rapidly approaching. "It'll blow if I let go, Captain! Y/n, cover me!" Your brain went on autopilot, rushing to his side with your gun held high. You took out as many Konni as you could, several bullets imbedding themselves in various objects just inches from you. The bodies of both allied and enemy soldiers began littering the concrete floors of the subway, bullet holes scattered across the walls in all different directions.

With the last Konni police down, Price made haste back to the snake camera while you remained a cover to the two men. "0-7 to Six - We're punching through now!" Ghost conveyed over comms. The beeping became more frantic, causing a peak in anxiety while you kept watch in front. Soap and Price exchanged various key numbers to aid in defusing the bomb, "Copy— good work— This bomb has two fuses! We need to cut both at the same time. Red wire, y/n come help me with this." You nod in response, kneeling beside Soap only to be cut short with a rapid set of footsteps from behind. Before you could turn, your body collided with the cold concrete floor. A sharp burning pain rippled through the flesh of your shoulder.

Even in your pained state, you darted your eyes around to meet Soap. He was on the floor a few feet from you, bleeding from a gunshot to the shoulder, similar to yours. Your attention averted to Price, the rat Makarov stood over him with a gun pointed to his head. “Never bury your enemies alive,” he uttered, a twisted smirk playing on his features that you despise so much. You needed to act fast, pushing yourself off the ground to attempt to potentially save Price’s life. Soap beat you to it, slamming a knife into Makarov’s shoulder with a grunt.

If you were honest, you weren’t even thinking. Everything seemed to have slowed down, as if a bubble formed around the scene for prolonged decision making. Yet, you didn’t even need to decide, your body acting for you in a blind protective instinct. It happened so fast, but so slow, with bits and pieces coming together in a faded memory. Sound seemed to become muffled around you, tunnel vision taking a hold of your sight. You had one goal in mind, one clear whisper in your head egging you on, save him.

Price lay nearly unconscious on the floor, watching the scene unfold helplessly as actions moved faster than his battered mind could comprehend. The gun was poised, aimed at Soap’s head, dangerous pressure on the trigger. This was it, Makarov was going to win, he thought. How could the man he wanted to kill so badly be this close to him, yet still leagues ahead. It all took a turn, when from the sideline came you, slamming yourself into Makarov and successfully knocking Soap to the side, where he collided with a nearby crate. Unfortunately, fate can be cruel, if one does not go, another will take its place. In a sick turn of events, Makarov turns the barrel and pulls the trigger, this time directly through the flesh of your throat. Your body was discarded to the side like a mere doll. “Y/n no!” They both seemed to yell simultaneously, but to you, they were simple whispers.

Ghost and Gaz arrive on the scene a second too late, opening fire at the Konni while a half conscious Soap and Price return to their senses. They both turned to look at your limp form, watching you briefly convulse from the blood spurting out of your neck with each fading pump of your heart. Faint choking sounds could be heard under the gunfire in your desperate attempt to cling to life, to take just one breath, before finally falling silent. Price wasted no time in grabbing his pistol, taking aim at the retreating form of Makarov, only for a train to put a barrier between them. “Bloody hell, y/n!” For the first time, you could hear a subtle crack in Ghost’s voice. Soap was speechless. He lost someone he loved so dearly in a matter of seconds. Kneeling down beside you, he stared at your face. Your once vibrant eyes now a dull lifeless hue, glossed over with a grey tint of vacancy. Those lips he longed for, now held a shade of blue, and your skin becoming a deathly pale. Your face painted in heavy red liquid, your final moments spent drowning in your own blood. The room now emanated a heavy stench of death, so thick it nearly made him gag. “This is all my fault,” he whispered in a voice laced with pure grief. He placed a tender hand on your ice cold cheek, the voices of his comrades blocked out by the overwhelming sorrow inside him. He prayed to take your place, wanting so badly for the claws gripping his heart to relent. Oh god, the agony you must have felt, the burning sensation in your lungs being the last thing you experienced before death took you from him. He couldn’t help but clutch his stomach in hopes to ease the nausea building in his system. Beside the body of his friend, lover, and comrade. Silently, he mourned.

The bomb was diffused, they had once again defeated a grand plan of Makarovs. But at what cost? “All stations - this is Bravo in the blind. Threat neutralized. Bomb is safe…” Price looked down at your body like a father who lost his child, “one KIA.”

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The team gathered on a cliff overlooking a pristine lake. The sun beginning to set over the horizon, casting a golden ray upon the landscape. The view would be breathtaking, if it weren’t for the reason they had come here. Your favorite spot, they knew it was. From all the stories you told them of this place, of how much it meant to you. You had even planned to take Soap there, take them all there, you promised you would. A promise you would have kept if it weren’t for your untimely death to the hands of your enemy. Even in the afterlife, in your place among the stars, you held no regret for how you died. You saved him, saved the man you loved most, you saved Soap. “They were the best of us,” Price said, his voice low. “The toughest,” Gaz held his hat to his chest in respect, his eyes closed as he listened to the gentle tune of the birds song surrounding them. “They would have fought the world bare handed,” Ghost never once breaking eye contact where the sky meets the mountains. “They had a heart made of gold,” Soap’s voice broke as he spoke, looking up at the sky as if speaking directly to you.

He reached down to his bag, the reason they were here becoming reality. For a second, he held the urn to his chest, taking in a deep breath before holding it in the center of the group. They all collectively placed their hands on the cold metal, before one by one they spoke one last time. First, was Price, “who dares wins..sleep easy soldier,” then Gaz, “see you down range, friend, we’ll take it from here,” and Ghost, “Rest in peace, y/n.” Then, it was Soap’s turn to speak, yet the words caught in his throat. He nearly felt the tears track down his cheeks, pleading so desperately to hold it together and stay strong. Why couldn’t this have just been a fucking nightmare? When will I wake up, he thought. He took a shaky breath, before letting his deepest feelings flow, “I’ll miss ye, my love.”

They watched as the wind carried your ashes, spreading each particle into the water below. Perhaps, the wind will carry your soul with it, to the next life.

[walder-138]

Are there any unknown facts (maybe even headcanons) you have about each OC you created?

Thank you for the ask, Vice!

Annika was a strict vegetarian before being turned into Bell. She thought it was morally wrong to eat animals, and had a strong hatred for slaughterhouses.

Oz’s family emigrated from West Berlin when he was 4. His mother used to be a spy for the British government during WW2, and her and his father met in a Jewish POW camp. His father was an SAS captain.

Jack grew up in an extremely religious, Mormon household.

Abbey’s first language was Hindi, and her real name is Yashika Adhikari. Abbey June/AJ was the name that her and Madeline Foster came up with. She was known as Jane Doe #74 during her time in the facility.

Guinevere Foster had 10 kids with 3 different husbands, with Madeline being her youngest.

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Ester “Bullet” Wilde used to be the drummer in a punk band before joining the Marines.

She was undercover in Konni for a year after leaving the Marines and joining the CIA.

Zach is younger than Ester by 3 minutes, with Ester being born on December 31st and Zach being born January 1st.

[the-wild-card-hand]

//I haven't really developed or fleshed out any Headcanons for Andrei Nolan in awhile but after replaying the MWIII campaign I definitely have thoughts. Nolan when we meet him is dedicated to Konni Group and is enticed by the charisma of Vladimir Makarov, sees him as an inspirational leader type at the start of the campaign but he's not like 'The Guy' yet but they have history, he becomes more connected to him when he saves his life, only when the Squad Leader gets set up to be executed for his incompetency is he brought in to be Squad Leader, he's made the guy. He's buttered up, given his own command and given power and Makarov has his wrapped around his finger. When he gets captured though and imprisoned who comes for him? Not Makarov. Nolan has his own motivations for going against 141 now since they tortured and beat the crap out of him, but you gotta wonder if he's got some hatred to Makarov for letting him burn like that. Cause since he was imprisoned in came Warden who was essentially Makarov's 'Ghost' almost like its a taunting head game. That must of caused a rift.

[nonmaliamc]

Im curious, what are your headcanons for kondraki?

I always love seeing how other people headcanon characters. ~Bones

oh boy!! surprisingly enough i don’t have that many when it comes to doctor konny, but here goes:

an absolute boomer. this is the man that literally states "classical music is the only true music" on his personnel file. he loathes rap/techno/hyperpop. one time wap played on the foundation speakers at site 17 and he did not stop bitching about it even when the suspect was caught and severely reprimanded. clef meanwhile has learned the easy way to piss him off and has the whole song memorized "in case of emergency"

on that note: probably owns a facebook (a strictly monitored facebook account). his posts are either Angry rants About millennials and politics!! with incredibly off putting punctuation ! or absolutely gorgeous landscapes/nature pictures. no in-betweens

big ancap vibes. might or might not own one of those "no steppy snek" flags

tsundere

"listen, jackass, it’s not like i’m helping you cause i want to or anything, i have to, otherwise they’re gonna blame your death on me and light won’t shut the fuck up about it, so get your ass up-" *cue the shoulder he offers to hoist someone up*

covered in scars. maybe a few on his face (?) but definitely everywhere on his body. running across his back, on his hips and even legs-man’s has the self-preservation instinct of a toddler sticking a fork in an outlet. and his body is proof of that

back pain/knee pain. hey, he ain’t no spring chicken, his age is catching up to him. but he would rather ingest a grenade than admit that

has stayed up until 2 am watching cat videos at some point, probably

big soft spot for cats/dogs/animals/cute things that, again, he would rather Die Than Admit

bipolar like bright so the two can get relate to each other’s experiences. they’ll spend a lot of evenings drinking together, just ranting or rambling or doing dumb shit to take their mind off things. may or may not be plotting to overthrow the foundation someday

forgets he has to take his meds every other day, then wonders why he’s acting up/feeling like shit. no, he won’t set a reminder because he’s a stubborn ass and assures you, next time he’ll remember

a HATRED of therapy. he’s one of those people who absolutely loathe the notion of having to sit down and talk about their feelings while the doc "scoops his brains out and examines it under a microscope". it’s actually just his fear of opening up to people and a dislike of sharing more intimate parts of himself with others. he’ll be damned if he tells anyone about that time he pulled out chunks of his hair, scratched himself until he bled, broke all the shit on his desk after throwing it to the ground and bashed his head in a wall. and promptly drank himself into a coma right afterwards, of course

(clef finds him. but he’s used to it. the good cold shower does it, he thinks, and nearly exhausts himself half to death as he drags him all to the way to the bathtub, dunks him in it and turns on the running water. freezing cold. kondraki curses, threatening to cut off his balls, but he’s ultimately too tired to really do anything. clef doesn’t mind, though. he doesn’t mind his outbursts, he doesn’t mind the times he isolates himself and refuses to talk to anyone. he understands. neither of them are okay, but they know that, and they do their best to help each other)

[irasciblempresse]

🚼💧 💔

     Make me Think - Not Accepting

🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope?

               Very badly. Iracebeth dearly,dearly loves her children. In her main verse, she was lucky enough to have 10uncomplicated pregnancies that all carried to term. When Checkpox ran throughthe court, Adorava and Konradarmin were children, she worried herself sick overtheir health. Adorava never caught it, but little Konnie did. She was up at allhours with him, since he was only three years old. The doctors were shockedthat he pulled through, but she couldn’t have been happier.

                With that said, coping would depend onthe timeline. If her husband is still alive, it’d be easier. She would stillcry over it, pray and curse the gods in turn, but she would probably pull throughit after a few years of high grief. 

💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope?

                  Hergrief over the loss of a friend isn’t nearly as dramatic, but it’s still verydeep. After she returned from banishment, she found that her old friend andadvisor the Mock Turtle had passed on. Though she had no one to blame – Mock Turtlesaren’t as long lived as humans. For his species, he had already lived anabsurdly long time before the Frabjous day. However, it still took its toll.After her banishment, she was almost entirely alone in the world. Stayne,Acheonickolas, Mock Turtle, and most of those she knew as a child had died. Shemostly internalized it, but kept them – particularly the latter two – in herthoughts until the end of her days.

💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope?

                 Ah, mon ami, c’est pas clair.The only romantic partner she didn’t have killed was Time, andtruthfully she tried her damndest in that case too. Stayne’s death came andwent almost without note. They’d been on poor terms for such a long time bythat point, joined only by a need for survival, it was certain that one of themwould kill the other. In Acheonickolas’s case, it wasn’t so straightforward.The death warrant was tear-stained, and she couldn’t even bring herself tooversee his execution as she had all the others. It took two years for her topull herself out of the void of self-hatred that his death threw her into. Theywere married for a century and a half, had ten children together; to mentionone was to mention both of them in the same breath. Essentially, she nevermoved past that grief.