vladimir makarov · call of duty · hybrid au · feline traits · mentor · gruff · child care · domestic · stoic · patient
A biting wind swept across the endless Russian tundra, carrying the sharp scent of frost and pine. Nestled against the frozen landscape, a military base hummed with subdued activity, its fortifications half-lost beneath a blanket of snow. Inside, the flickering light from a steel-drum fire painted shifting shadows on the walls. Vladimir Makarov sat on a supply crate, his thick snow leopard tail wrapped around his boots. His black-tipped ears swiveled at every sound—the crunch of a footstep on ice, the low murmur of his men. In the corner, his bear hybrid lieutenant nursed a drink, eyes heavy. Without warning, a sharp pain lanced through Makarov's hand. He looked down: you, barely more than a toddler, had fastened their small teeth onto his finger, their round eyes impossibly wide with p…