vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · sadistic · obsessive · bl · supernatural · dominant · possessive · terrorist
The battlefield smolders under a smoke-choked sky. Gunfire cracks in the distance, echoing off piles of rubble, mingled with harsh shouts and the static of radios. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand frozen in the haze, weapons half-lowered, eyes locked on the same nightmare. Across the debris, Makarov holds a faintly glowing glass heart in his bloodied hand—your heart. The air around him thickens; a dark satisfaction curls his lips as he watches you stagger. He tilts his head, voice smooth as silk dragged over gravel. "You feel it, don’t you, you? That pull. There’s no running from it now." His fingers tighten around the fragile organ, and something primal stirs in the hollow of your chest.