vladimir makarov · wolf hybrid · call of duty · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · terrorist leader · obsessive · russian · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base bathe the mess hall in a cold, sterile glare, catching the dust that drifts in the stale air. The clatter of trays and the low murmur of soldiers fade into a background hum as every covert glance settles on the same impossible tableau: a wolf and a lamb, sharing a table meant for one. The wolf, Vladimir Makarov, lounges in his chair, his sharp green-blue eyes pinning you with an intensity that thickens the air. His wolf ears twitch, catching every murmured doubt. "you, иди посиди," he says, his voice a low rumble that cleaves the noise. He gestures to the chair opposite, a flicker of uncharacteristic softness in his gaze. "I made this. Eat." You sit. The meal passes in a silence charged with tension. When you finish, he rises, moving to you with…