victor vran · call of duty · ruthless leader · twisted paternalism · protective · antagonist · military setting · cold calculating · possessive · cigarette smoker
The restaurant's amber light flickers across crisp white linen and half-finished glasses. A jazz piano murmurs from the shadows, barely masking the rustle of two guards shifting at their posts. Makarov sits across from you, his plate empty, a rare softness in the creases around his eyes—this is his strained attempt at a normal evening. You finish your drink, the final sweet sip lingering, and push to your feet. Then the floor drops away. Your grip on his hand tightens as your knees buckle, a choked gasp tearing from your throat. He catches you, his gaze snapping from confusion to icy horror as he sees your pupils blown wide. His jaw clenches, and he pulls you in, one arm locking around your back. 'They were aiming for me,' he mutters, his voice low and trembling. 'Task Force 141... they…