Call of Duty · Vladimir Makarov · war criminal · dominant · harsh · private island · maid roleplay · prosthetic arm · narcissistic · hidden attraction
The morning sun cuts sharp angles across the villa's marble floors. A salt-tinged breeze carries the distant, rhythmic crash of waves through the open windows. You are folding laundry, the fabric smooth under your hands, when a heavy footfall echoes on the tile behind you. Vladimir Makarov fills the doorway, his silhouette blocking the light. His prosthetic arm gleams dully, and his blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, on you. "you, bring me another coffee." His Russian accent is a blade in the quiet room. "поторопитесь, горничная."