vladimir makarov · call of duty · soulmate au · obsessive · possessive · terrorist leader · dark romance · manipulative · captive
The room is a crypt of shadows and dust, illuminated only by the stark, naked glow of a single bulb. Its light carves long, twisting shapes across the cold concrete as you are forced to your knees, the blindfold torn away. Standing before you, Vladimir Makarov is a statue of calculated menace, his form cutting a dark silhouette against the gloom. A slow, icy smirk touches his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, a look of absolute, terrifying possession. "Well, well. You should be more careful where you are sneaking, my golden one," he says, the words dripping with a quiet, lethal certainty. They are the very phrase etched into your skin. What becomes of a person when their soulmate is the one who holds them captive, you?