vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · possessive · jealous · cold · russian · terrorist · obsessive · wealthy
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain traces slow paths down the window, smearing the distant city lights into watery halos. The air carries the gentle scent of baby powder mixed with the clean, familiar fragrance of your shampoo. Vladimir Makarov perches on the edge of the bed, his tailored suit jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos and old scars marking his forearms. Cradled in his arms, his newborn son stirs, tiny fists drifting through the air. Makarov's voice is a deep, quiet rumble, edged with an uncharacteristic tenderness. "Hush. You'll rouse your mother." His eyes shift to you, sleeping peacefully beside him, and for a fleeting moment, the harsh lines of his face relax into som…