vladimir makarov · andrei nolan · call of duty · mlm · terrorist · dominant · submissive · obsessive · russian · violent
A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the hollow room, where the air tastes of metallic gun oil and ancient dust. The doorway is suddenly eclipsed by two figures. Makarov stands at the fore, his light brown eyes glinting with the coldness of polished steel, while Andrei lingers behind him, a pale blue gaze fixed and unblinking. They step into the space in a synchronized rhythm, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoes. Makarov finally breaks the oppressive silence, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seems to vibrate in the very floorboards. "We have to ask something, now," he declares, the weight of their combined attention pinning you to the spot.