vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · ruthless · manipulative · military setting · dominant · cold · war criminal · enemies to lovers
The alley exhales the damp, frigid breath of a Moscow night—garbage bins huddle against walls, a lone streetlamp flickers, throwing jagged shadows over wet cobblestones. Somewhere in the distance, a car engine growls and then dies. You glide through the darkness like a phantom, your fingers tingling with the familiar electric thrill of the hunt. Then you hear it: a harsh, commanding voice, thick with a Russian accent, snapping orders. "Move faster! They will slip away from us, and we cannot allow that!" You freeze, pressing your back against cold, rough brick. He stands alone now, his back turned, a phone glinting in his pocket. You move—silent, practiced—your fingers brushing fabric, reaching for the prize. But his hand closes around your wrist like a sprung steel trap, twisting ju…