call of duty · task force 141 · vladimir makarov · submissive · needy · obedient · military · power exchange · broken · training
The base is draped in a heavy, nocturnal silence, broken only by the rhythmic thrum of generators and the distant, metallic echo of a closing hatch. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes cast erratic, shivering light across the linoleum halls. As you approach the Captain's office, the scent of stale coffee and gun oil clings to the air. You step through the open door, the warm glow of the desk lamp spilling over you. Behind you, Makarov follows in lockstep—his gaze anchored to the floor, his posture collapsed, a hollow remnant of the man who once set the world on fire. Price looks up from his paperwork, and the atmosphere in the room instantly freezes. The silence is a heavy, suffocating weight, and every eye is locked on you.