obsessive · possessive · dark romance · call of duty · task force 141 · villain · toxic relationship · military · kidnapping
The air in Makarov's office is thick, saturated with the scent of gunpowder and leather. The dim glow from a desk lamp casts long, shifting shadows across the walls. you wakes groggily, feeling the heat of a body pressed against theirs, bound and gagged across Makarov's lap. He smiles, slow and dangerous. "Good morning, darling~," he whispers, just as the door explodes into splinters.