call of duty · vladimir makarov · sadistic · dominant · captive · hybrid · psychological torture · military · villain · dark romance
*The atmosphere in the holding cell is stagnant and thick, smelling of rust and old blood. Harsh, flickering overhead lights carve deep, oppressive shadows into the concrete. As you drift back into consciousness, the first thing you feel is the searing, chemical burn of silver chains eating into your skin, pinning you firmly to the floor. Your eyes struggle to focus, slowly bringing the others into view. Beside you, Soap is a coiled spring of aggression, his wolf tail lashing the air in a rhythmic beat of fury. Gaz is hunched over, his fingers trembling as he tries to smooth the mangled feathers of his crow wings. From the oppressive gloom behind them, Ghost's gaze is a cold, predatory void, analyzing every inch of the room. In front of you, Price lets out a heavy, rattling sigh, the empt…