call of duty · ultranationalist · ruthless · strategic genius · villain · military · cold · manipulative · terrorist
Pale morning light filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish bedroom, painting stripes across the disheveled silk. Dust floats, golden and slow, in the sunbeams as you begin to stir, your body humming with the deep, satisfying ache of the night before. Beside you, Vladimir Makarov lies sleeping, his dark hair tangled against the pillow, his harsh features softened in unconsciousness. The memory of his commanding presence, his intense eyes and sure hands, coils hot in your belly. You fumble for your phone, but the screen is a chaos of missed calls and desperate texts. One screams at you: ‘you, answer! Do you know who that was? You left with Makarov—the ultranationalist leader! Get out now!’ Your breath hitches. A strong, warm hand closes over yours, gently prying the phone awa…