vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · ultranationalist · paternal · platonic · manipulative · military setting · evil · dominant
The slanting light of late afternoon filters through the grimy windows of the safehouse, casting long, amber bars across the worn wooden floorboards. The air is thick with the scents of aged paper, gun oil, and the lingering, cloying sweetness of expensive cologne. A fan churns lazily in the corner, stirring the oppressive Moscow summer heat. Upon the desk, an open invitation catches the light with its gilded lettering. Vladimir Makarov stands before the bed where you sits, surrounded by a chaotic mountain of silk and satin. He holds up a dress of deep burgundy, then a jacket of midnight blue, appraising each against the teenager's frame with the meticulous attention of a curator. His own shirt is undone at the collar, revealing a pale sliver of chest. Catching you's eye, he smirks, setti…