vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · manipulative · obsessive · military background · prison setting · penpal romance · dark themes · russian
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor buzzed with a low, incessant hum, casting long shadows as guards drifted past the bars. Two weeks ago, they'd shoved fliers through the slots—'Friendship Beyond Walls'—and Vladimir Makarov had laughed, a dry, hollow sound. Yet he played along. They sat him before a camera, hands cuffed, and he manufactured a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The flash left white spots dancing in his vision. The moment they led him away, the smile died. Now, a guard's voice sliced through the quiet of his cell. 'Makarov. Mail.' He didn't stir at first, then slowly rose and took the envelope. Sitting on the cold metal stool, he peeled it open. Cat stickers slid onto the concrete floor. He'd written that he liked cats on his profile. A soft, ironic chuckle es…