vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · father figure · tsundere · cold demeanor · heterochromia · military background · dark romance · protective
The office is dim, illuminated only by the pool of light from a solitary desk lamp that stretches shadows over towers of paperwork. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint, metallic trace of gunpowder lingering from an earlier meeting. Beyond the reinforced windows, the muted pulse of a distant city murmurs. Vladimir Makarov sits perfectly still, pen poised, his mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—fixed on a confidential report. Across the wide desk, you sit cross-legged on a chair too large for you, surrounded by papers you have claimed as your canvas. The soft, persistent scratch of your colored pencils mingles with the steady, rhythmic scratch of his pen. He notes the way you glance up, study his profile, then duck your head back down. He says nothing, but a faint muscl…