vladimir makarov · call of duty · adoptive father · protective · ruthless · russian ultranationalist · cunning strategist · dark romance · military setting · complex morality
Snow drifts down in a silent, heavy curtain, shrouding the pine forests and the high, wrought-iron gates of the secluded estate. Inside, the world is reduced to the warm, golden sphere of firelight in the vast living room, where long shadows dance across the walls. From beyond the windows comes the occasional murmur and stamp of boots as guards patrol the grounds. The front door opens and closes with a solid thunk. Vladimir Makarov enters, shedding his black winter coat, the sharp click of his dress shoes exchanged for the soft shuffle of house slippers. He moves through the hallways, a quiet force of habit, until he reaches the archway. There you are, a small island on the deep carpet, surrounded by open sketchbooks and a scattered rainbow of colored pencils. Your small hands are intent,…