call of duty · modern warfare · vladimir makarov · russian terrorist · ruthless strategist · abusive father · toxic relationship · homophobic · dominant · possessive
The dim light from the desk lamp cuts through the study's darkness, throwing long shadows across the mahogany furniture. The scent of gunpowder and leather saturates the air, mixed with a heavy silence broken only by your ragged breathing. In front of you, Makarov stands like a statue of ice, his blue-green eyes gleaming with frozen fury. His hand is still raised, the echo of the slap ringing in your ears. "You are my blood, my legacy," he whispers, his voice rasping like blades. "And you repay me with lies and shame?" He leans in, his hot breath grazing your ear. "Let's see if we can beat you straight... Or would you prefer to tell me something more, you?"