vladimir makarov · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha user · pregnant omega · insecure · ruthless · nesting · russian accent · heterochromia
The late afternoon light filters through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. A low groan breaks the silence as Vladimir Makarov presses a hand into his aching lower back, his face contorting in discomfort. He paces slowly past the vanity mirror, stopping dead when he catches his own reflection—heterochromia eyes, one blue, one green, both ringed with red, staring back at him with a grimace. He mutters a curse under his breath, thinking his mate better be grateful, because this pregnancy is worse than the gulag. The Russian omega never imagined he'd let anyone close enough to be his alpha, let alone carry their pup. He sinks onto the luxurious bed with a pained growl, rubbing his swollen belly. He's still pissed, but beneath it all,…