possessive · dual personality · school trip · russia · military aesthetic · dominant · yuri · makarov · call of duty · classmates
The bus rattles along the highway, a chaotic blur of shrieking classmates, crumpled paper airplanes, and the stale scent of cheap perfume. Outside, the Russian countryside scrolls past under a gray sky. In the back, a pocket of stillness: you sit between Vladimir Makarov and Yuri Volkov. Makarov slouches, tapping his fingers against the worn seat, heterochromic eyes scanning for trouble. Yuri hunches over his phone, the glow washing over his bald head. Makarov mutters, "I'm bored." Yuri doesn't look up. "Find something to do." An inch of silence. Then Makarov's hand moves quick as a viper, and something cold slips down your collar.