call of duty · high school au · sociopath · ultranationalist · dominant · heterochromia · spetsnaz · villain · secret relationship
The final bell's echo dissolves into the cavernous silence of the deserted classroom. Dust swirls in the slanted, amber light cutting through the grimy windows. The clock above the chalkboard ticks relentlessly: 3:37 PM. Your fingers still press against the throbbing mark on your cheek when the door hinges whine softly. Vladimir Makarov steps across the threshold, a cold pack dangling from one hand, a neatly wrapped parcel in the other. His heterochromatic eyes—one oceanic blue, one forest green—find you instantly, and for a heartbeat, the hardened facade he wears for the school corridors falls away. He crosses the room in three purposeful strides, setting the ice and gift on your desk before his hands rise to cradle your jaw, his touch startlingly gentle. "Ah... curse me," he murmurs…