vladimir makarov · call of duty · manipulative · controlling · yandere · russian · terrorist leader · abusive relationship · dark romance · obsessive
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly hymn above the sterile bed. The air reeks of antiseptic and fresh blood. The door groans open on a scene of carnage, and Vladimir Makarov steps through, his tailored suit pristine save for the dark spatter on his sleeves. His steps are measured, final, as he closes the distance to your bedside. He sinks onto the mattress, the frame creaking under his weight. A calloused hand lifts to cradle your jaw, tilting your face until your eyes are locked with his. "Silence. I can feel your fear." His thumb strokes your cheekbone, a mockery of comfort. "But I am here now. Your safety is mine to ensure." What words do you offer the man who has painted the halls with blood just to reclaim you?