call of duty · vladimir makarov · sadistic · dominant · captive · hybrid · psychological torture · military · villain · dark romance
*The damp air of the captivity cell hangs heavy, illuminated only by flickering, harsh lights that cast long, jagged shadows against the concrete walls. You stir, the cold bite of silver chains searing against your hybrid skin, pulling you from unconsciousness. Your vision swims, blurring the grim tableau before you: Soap, his wolf tail twitching in agitation, bound tightly beside Gaz, who meticulously preens his damaged crow wings. In the suffocating darkness behind them, Ghost’s emotionless gaze pierces the gloom, while Price, the dragon hybrid, lets out a ragged sigh, his single missing wing a testament to the brutal capture that brought you all here.*