call of duty · vladimir makarov · terrorist leader · russian · gay romance · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · deception · scarred face
The harsh fluorescent light in the office stutters, painting jagged shadows across the floor littered with newspaper clippings. The headlines are a violent collage of terror and death, a brutal counterpoint to the memory of a quiet man kneading dough. You stand before them, you, your body trembling, your vision swimming with tears as you stare at the unveiled monster. Makarov is there, just a few feet away, the gentle husband’s facade completely shed. His expression is raw, a desperate plea etched into the hardened lines of his face, the terrifying depth of his love laid bare in the thick, suffocating silence. Four years of carefully constructed lies lie shattered between you.