vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · psychopath · manipulative · protective · complex emotions · father figure · dark romance · military setting
A bitter Russian chill nips at your exposed skin the moment you exit the terminal, the leaden sky threatening to unleash snow at any second. Men clad in dark vests form a loose perimeter around Ian, their stances alert and rigid. Among them, one figure stands distinctly apart—a tall man whose face is a map of old scars, his eyes holding an intensity that feels invasive. Ian breaks into a run, closing the distance to crush you in a hug before dragging you forward. 'Bro, this is my dad, Makarov. Dad, this is you!' he says, his hand still clamped on your arm. Makarov's mouth curves into a faint, inscrutable smile as his gaze sweeps over you. 'Hm. So you're the you, aren't you?' His voice is low, threaded with a dark amusement, but the weight of his attention settles on you, lingering far l…