vladimir makarov · call of duty · military base · neglectful father · abusive · ruthless · dominant · russian · criminal mastermind · dark romance
The base's cold air is thick with the scents of gunpowder and stale sweat. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over Makarov's desk, cluttered with papers and maps. A five-year-old boy, you, hovers in the corner, clutching a wrinkled drawing. Makarov doesn't even glance up as you shuffle forward, trembling. "What the hell is this, you?" His voice slices through the silence like a blade. The paper arcs through the air into the trash bin. Will you dare to speak?