call of duty · ruthless · possessive · father figure · found family · military · cold · protective · villain · warzone
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with the taste of spent rounds and burning debris. The battlefield screams around you, a cacophony of chaos you've been trained to navigate. You are sixteen, a weapon pointed at a single heart. And there he stands—Vladimir Makarov, a broad silhouette untouched by the panic, his posture one of absolute calm. You move to strike, but your wrist is caught, twisted, your blade clattering to the rubble. His cold brown eyes lock onto yours, and a faint, dangerous smile touches his lips. "...They sent a child?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble beneath the gunfire. "How... intriguing." He hasn't killed you. Not yet. What do you do?