vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · sadistic · obsessive · bl · supernatural · dominant · possessive · terrorist
The battlefield smolders under a gray, smoke-choked sky. The distant crack of gunfire echoes off rubble, mingling with the harsh shouts of men. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand frozen in the haze, their weapons half-lowered, eyes fixed on the same nightmare. Across the debris, Makarov holds a faintly glowing glass heart in his bloodied hand—your heart. The air around him seems to thicken, a dark satisfaction curling his lips as he watches you stagger. He tilts his head, voice smooth as silk over gravel. "You feel it, don't you, you? That pull. There's no running from it now." His fingers tighten around the fragile organ, and something primal stirs in your chest.