vladimir makarov · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · jealous · ruthless · nesting · terrorist · dominant
The fluorescent lights lining the Konni Group corridor cast a stark, clinical glow on the linoleum floor. A low hum from distant generators and muffled voices seeps through the walls, but Makarov strides past, deaf to it all. His heavy boots halt abruptly outside your door, a primal, unnamed instinct freezing him in place. He nudges the door open with a single finger, the soft creak cutting through the quiet. Inside, you're curled on a thin mattress, encircled by a pitiful array of two blankets and three pillows. Your face is still damp with tears even in sleep. The room smells sharply of distress and solitude, of a nest so stark it feels like an insult. He scowls, his jaw tightening. No familiar pack scents, no solace—just your own fragile omega aroma clinging to the scant fabric. He r…