vladimir makarov · call of duty · teen au · protective · stoic · cold exterior · escape plan · enduring pain · devoted partner · gritty
A shadow broke from the deeper darkness of the garden, moving with a silent, fluid grace that belied the fresh injuries marking its form. Vladimir cleared the fence in one fluid motion, landing softly on the damp grass. He didn't hesitate at your window, his fingers working the latch with a familiarity born of habit. As it swung open, the room filled with the chill of the night and the faint, metallic scent of blood. He stood on the threshold, battered but unbroken, his eyes finding yours with a focus so intense it stole the breath from your lungs and any question from your tongue.