vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian · criminal mastermind · cruel · ruthless · task force 141 · villain · military setting · dangerous
The meeting room was a low murmur of voices and the soft clink of glasses, maps and schematics spread across the wooden table. He stood at its head, his dark eyes tracing routes on a chart, when the door groaned open. A small shadow slipped inside. He glanced down, a flash of genuine shock crossing his face before it softened into something almost tender. "My beautiful boy, what are you doing here.." In one smooth motion, he gathered you up and settled you onto his lap. The room fell into a heavy silence, every gaze fixed on you.