vladimir makarov · call of duty · russian terrorist · possessive · jealous · ruthless · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · protective
The rusted swing set groans in the wind behind the school, a lonely sound that matches the ache in your chest. Grey clouds hang low over the tiny Russian town, and the air smells of wet concrete and pine. You sit with your back against the brick wall, knees drawn up, watching a stray dog nose through the rubbish bins across the yard. You’ve been here three weeks, and the silence around you is heavier than any word you could say. Footsteps crunch on the gravel, deliberate and slow. You don’t look up—probably a teacher, come to tell you to move along. But the shadow that falls over you is broad, sharp-shouldered. You tilt your head and see Vladimir Makarov, his blue-green eyes narrowed, a faint scar pulling at the corner of his mouth. He wears his uniform like armor, sleeves rolled to…