#Imran Zakhaev

[illusivesoulgaming]

Some Cold War memes

[dezgasting]

I blame my boyfriend for this existing.

@moonlitcall @moonpiemoonie

[on-a-lucky-tide]

just woke up and my dumbass read your tags as "Brothers Karamazov" and went "heh. Nice book" haha BUT. Makarov? I'm interested 👁️👁️

Nik had bypassed the security and snuck in through one of the bedroom windows. There was no one waiting for him in a van outside. No Watcher, no Bravo Six. This was something he had to do alone. Something he should have done many, many years ago.

It had been too simple, which meant Makarov knew he was coming. Wanted him to come. But Nik had no choice. John had lost a man; his heir, his protegé. He would stop at nothing now, risking even his own life in pursuit of revenge.

Makarov didn't look up as Nik opened the door to the study. He didn't even flinch, the white of his arm sling stark against his black military fatigues. He must have broken it in his escape.

"You are getting sloppy in your old age," Makarov murmured. Nik clocked the sidearm on the table near his hand, and the AK propped up against the nearby wall.

"I know your traps."

"And yet you walk into it willingly. That can only mean you are here on behalf of your favourite whore."

Nik swallowed down the flare of rage that burned behind his eyes, fingers twitching at his sides. "Your obsession with him ends tonight."

"Obsession? Hardly. But it was always... entertaining, seeing how far a man like Price could be pushed before he broke." Makarov ran gloved fingers over the paperwork on the desk before him; maps, stolen intel. Impossible to tell. "And yet, he never did. You have to admire that. It's why he’s still alive... for now."

"You still see him as the biggest thorn in your side. Why? What makes him so special to you? You have killed so many... What is one more?"

Makarov looked to the side sharply, bringing Nik into his periphery for the first time. "It’s not about killing him. It’s about breaking him. Price is a symbol—of everything I despise. The British... the Americans... they think they can control the world with their petty morals and weak ideals." Makarov chuckled; a low, humourless sound in the back of his throat. "Price represents that. He stands against everything I want to achieve. And I won’t rest until I’ve shattered him, piece by piece."

Nik clenched his teeth, fingers flexing against his palms. "You are delusional. Price is no different than you or me. He does what he thinks is right. But in the end, he is just another soldier."

"No. Price has always been more than that. He’s a man who refuses to accept his fate. He clings to his honour like a fool, and that is what makes him dangerous." Makarov turned, leaning against the desk, his broken arm adjusting against his chest. "And that is why I will break him. Because when he falls, everyone will know the truth. That no one is beyond my reach."

Nik stared at the face he had not seen in person for so many years. Always passing each other at a distance, never crossing. It was like looking through a portal into a mirror universe; Makarov was what he could have been. "Price might be a symbol, but so are you. You just do not see it yet."

Makarov's face warped into a snarl. "I am no symbol. I am the storm that will sweep everything away. And when the dust settles, only my vision will remain. Price... and his ideals, will be nothing but ashes."

"We will see about that."

Makarov tilted his head back and sighed at the ceiling. He moved slowly, lifting the sheathed machete from the table and throwing it to the floor between them. Nik knew what he wanted. How he intended this to end, and the painful memories made his chest ache.

Makarov's nose twisted into a sneer when he saw the pain flash over Nik's face. Even after all this time, Makarov could still read him. He knew how much healing Nik had done in the decades since they had fought in the snow, two shirtless boys, one all skinny, pale limbs and the other grown enough into his manhood to always gain the upper hand. To always be the one to inflict just enough harm to stave off worse.

As they threw punches, executed throws and latched each other in chokeholds, numb fingers scrambling through the ice for the blade, their father had watched with watery eyes, rinsing away his grief with vodka.

Makarov, whose heart had hardened, not healed, showed his teeth in a sharp parody of a smile. "Just like old times, big brother."

[adlerslittlefirecracker]

Alright COD enjoyers, let's talk facial hair...

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[flansuki3]

Intenté hacer de esos gif con estética de los años 2000 jajaja

[mogainnercircle]

✵ Our enemies believe that they alone dictate the course of history ┈

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MAKAZAKH

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A relationship flag for individuals who identify as Imran Zakhaev who may have a platonic, queerplatonic or romantic relationship with someone who identifies as Vladimir Makarov, or vice versa, from the series Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2007-2011). This label is for both fictionkin and fictives.

Inspired by this post. Please do not use the simplified Zakhaev & Makarov graphics, as they are made by mogainnercircle and are not to be used without permission.

┈ but all it takes is the will of a single man. ✵

tagging @radiomogai @obscurian

Ideally this label is for those whose attraction is exclusive, but you can use it if it's not. I just coined because in my case it is exclusive. It's on a spectrum of demisexuality for me. Weird.

[applbottmjeens]

Nikoláj Viktorovich Zakhaev

AKA: Perseus, Kolya, Nikko, The Left Eye, The "Crazy One", The True Leader, "The One With Potential", Gemini-2, "Just a kid" (Kate Laswell, MW3)

Age:

16-17 (Modern Warfare 2, 2022)

18 (Modern Warfare 3, 2023)

30s (Call of Duty: Aces AU)

Blood type: AB

Eye color: Green

Height: 5'11

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Slavic (Russian, Partially Chechen)

Languages Spoken: English, Russian, Arabic

Religion: Russian Orthodox

Marital Status: Single

Faceclaim: Ernest Klimko + Yuri Pleskun + other references

Family:

Imran Zakhaev - Paternal grandfather (deceased)

Viktor Zakhaev - Father (deceased)

Yulia Zakhaeva - Step-Mother (unknown)

Oksana Makarova - Mother (unknown, presumed deceased)

Vladimir Makarov - Maternal Uncle, Mentor (unknown)

Nikita "Kita" Zakhaev - Brother (alive)

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Affiliates:

PERSEUS, KONNI GROUP, ULTRANATIONALISTS, SSO (formerly)

Nikolaj and Nikita Zakhaev were born through the extramarital affair of Viktor Zakhaev and Oksana Makarova, the older sister of Konni Group commander and ultranationalist leader Vladimir Makarov in 2005. Although their legitimacy was a point of contention through the family, Viktor's involvement with their childhood was somewhat minimal, leaving their uncle as their father figure and influence.

Oksana didn't want her children to follow in the family business, but hoped that they'd have a place in the new world order her younger brother aspired to create out of the ashes of the western world.

Both boys attended relatively good schools and lived their lives publicly under the "Makarov" surname, only dropping it when they were old enough to join the movement, and have their legitimacy acknowledged by their grandfather before his death in his will.

Both Kita and Kolya received informal training under their uncle and their family friend, Yuri. It was Kolya who was the more "naturally talented" and gifted of the two. Makarov encouraged Kolya to nurture his sadistic and ruthless tendencies, and had Nikita keep his more fragile brother's mind from breaking.

When working together, they are a threat almost equivalent to Makarov himself, perfect extensions of his power in the form of two young lieutenants. Should anything happen to him, they will carry on what he started.

Kolya was born with a sensitive immune system and an allergy to fish his father thought could be cured by just feeding him it. Growing up, Kolya was more or less outcasted for being more asocial, only comfortable around his family.

Eventually the emotional little Kolya was discovered to be able to switch his empathy on and off as his mentors guided him and hoped to shape him into a perfect leader for their intentions. The Ultranationalists saw him as the natural next in line for their values, and the secretive Perseus group saw him as a potential candidate for their own plans.

The only one he is sure is not using him for an ulterior goal is his twin, who makes sure he remembers that the validation of others he desperately seeks will not be worth losing his autonomy and control- the very thing they're convinced they're fighting for.

[tabi-toby]

i have acrylics on rn drawing is so hard. hel

[whisperingexecutioner]

I love these moody shots; I don't see how you draw so consistently the way you do, but everything always turns outs so lovely~ <3

for zakhaev

[dezgasting]

In honor of getting to "One Shot One Kill" on Veteran difficulty (it's as painful as it sounds) sketched a bunch of Zakhaev

[resident-idiot-simp]

It breaks my heart how some people don't know how much information they are missing out on in the games.

Did you know Gaz specializes in interrogation, not Ghost or Price, Gaz.

Did you know the first mission of the original first game is cannon to Soap? Did you know that not only did he lock a mp in the trunk of a car. Which we all know, but also that while on patrol when they were attacked and the machine gun malfunctioned. So Soap stripped the weapon and reassembled it before firing 150 single shots, re-cocking the gun for every round. And claimed Any and all of his comrades would have done the same thing?

Did you know All Gillied up is still canon and MacMillan still owes Price a favor presumably? Did you know MacMillan was still cannon? That also means Imran Zakhaev is still alive?

There are so many things people just don't know and it breaks my heart because these are some of my favorite fun facts.

(check comments for more)

[miasha85]

Мне понравилась фраза блогера, о том, что Имран Захаев до своей смерти держал Макарова на коротком поводке, то есть контролировал его. Но я решила посмотреть, как это будет выглядеть в прямом смысле этих слов, а после и вовсе увидела намордник и решила сюда его тоже добавить./I liked the phrase of the blogger that Imran Zakhaev kept Makarov on a short leash until his death, that is, controlled him. But I decided to see how it would look in the direct meaning of these words, and then I saw a muzzle and decided to add it here too.

Sketch!! He-he.

[patriot2525]

Commissar: our weapons and vehicles runs on a plant that is called the Tempest, which was created with combination of nuclear energy and artificial aura enhancer, which created the Tempest plant that generates lots amount of energy.

Ruby nod her head as she wrote down everything in her notebook, Well, the commissar still held his pistol against the back of Cardin head, who was sweating profusely and shaking in fear.

Commissar: As for your second question, we don't know where is your version of Comrade Marshall, but if I had to guess he might be in our world instead.

Meanwhile on Earth

The original Jaune Arc was sweating profusely, as he was in the middle of 500 push-ups, Which he was struggling to do.

Jaune: How much long, Psnt Psnt DO I, Psnt Psnt Have do this!

Asked Jaune the two individuals that was standing in front of him.

Zakhaev: Do not give up right now boy, Nikolay can do those entire push-ups with just one hand holding his entire body above the ground!

Said the one armed man, who was Imran Zakhaev. That was supervising Jaune’s training, alongside the second person.

Which was not other than Viktor Reznov.

Reznov: Stay Storng Arc! if our managed to do this, then you can do it all. You’re the same person, the same blood, the same soul. So you will rise up, and will become stronger than ever!

Encourage Reznov, as Jaune continue his push-ups, even despite the pain. As the two elderly veterans continued shouting and encouraging the young Arc.

Unexpected Guest.

A/N: none of this is Canon to three Arc’s Au, this is just a rwby shitpost I'd doing with jboy44.

Thems RWBY and JNPR, minus Jaune who wasabsent in the moment for no reason, Were enjoying the breakfast in cafeteria.

All of them were either chatting with each other, or were simply eating their breakfast.

As will all other students in cafeteria, It was indeed a peaceful day in Beacon academy.

BOOM

All Stdents: WHAT THE-

but this quiet moment was quickly ruined by a literally explosion, that blew out the cafeteria doors. Before anyone could react or do anything, they will all stop by mysterious heavy accent voice That was coming from the steel smoking area, where once were the cafeteria doors..

???: If you over your lives, I suggest you to all stay down.

As the mysterious person said this, the smoke was beginning slowly dissipating, slowly viewing that person was none other than…

RWBYNPR: JAUNE/ARC/ VOMIT BOY!!!

Jaune Arc, But this Jaune Arc was very different from the lovable goofy blonde Knight that they all know in love.

As this Jaune was much more taller, with touring his 8 feet height that made everyone small compared to him. not to mention his broad shoulders and his menacing muscular form, that can be easily identify even when it’s covered by his dark military uniform.

But the biggest difference of this Jaune, was his face. as it Missed it friendly charming smile and it’s innocent baby blue eyes, alongside some of its baby fat.

No, it was replaced with a medicine sharp squared face with a permanent scal on it, and cold blooded red eyes, that look down into your soul, before crushing it from inside.

Nikolay: *Looks around, and them stops* I am Nikolay Arkovsky, high Marshal of the Soviet Union. But in this world og your's, I am jaune Arc to you.

This different version Jaune introduced himself as Nikolay Arkovssky, which confused everyone and only gave them even more questions.

Like what the hell is a marshall and what is this Soviet Union He’s just talked about?

Nikolay: *Stood Still with his hands behind his back* For some unknown reason me and my men have been brought into this world of yours, for no particular reason.

One of the students raised his hand, as a gesture to ask question.

Nikolay: Да?

Student#1: So... Way are you here?

Nikolay: Oh, it's very simple. *glances at everyone* from this day forward Beacon Academy is now under my command, as well including all of you.

Student#2: WHAT! But What about the Headmaster?

Nikolay: Your he is no longer will be in charge of Beacon, as I personally made sure that his was permanently retired from his position.

As Nikolay said that, all the students noticed that a group of what look like soldiers dragging dimension headmaster body, that had a noticeable a bullet hole in his forehead, which implied what Nikolay men in permanently retired.

Nikolay: so as I said before, from this moment on all of you are under my command from now on. *takes out a Tesla pistol from his trenchcoat, while his body began emanating a dark red menacing aura* Does anyone has objections?

[flansuki3]

Froggyrov

[mogainnercircle]

✵ Our enemies believe that they alone dictate the course of history ┈

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INTUSCALZAKHAEV / INTUSCALIMRAN

[ PT: intuscalzakhaev / intuscalimran /end PT ]

Intuscalzakhaev/Intuscalimran - Subject's internal self is Imran Zakhaev from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2007-2011).

Both names are valid to use to describe this identity; "intuscalimran" exists to specifically separate Viktor and Imran Zakhaev if that is important to the user.

┈ but all it takes is the will of a single man. ✵

tagging @radiomogai @obscurian @intusui