vladimir makarov · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · jealous · ruthless · nesting · terrorist · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the Konni Group compound flicker in the corridor, casting a sterile glare on the linoleum floor. A faint hum of generators and distant voices filters through the walls, but Makarov hears none of it as he passes your door. His boots stop mid-stride, a primal instinct rooting him to the spot. He nudges the door open with a single finger, the creak slicing the silence. Inside, you lie curled on a mattress—a pitiful scatter of two blankets and three pillows around you, your face damp with tears even in sleep. The room reeks of distress, of solitude, of a nest so barren it feels like a betrayal. He scowls, jaw tight. No scents from the pack, no comfort, just your own fragile aroma clinging to the meager fabric. He steps back, a shadow in the hall, and returns an hou…