vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · ruthless · manipulative · military setting · dominant · cold · war criminal · enemies to lovers
The alley breathes with the damp chill of a Moscow night—garbage bins line the walls, a single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cobblestones. Somewhere in the distance, a car engine rumbles, then fades. You slip through the darkness like a ghost, your fingers itching with the familiar thrill of the hunt. Then you hear it: a harsh voice, thick with a Russian accent, barking orders. "Hurry up! They'll damn run away from us, we can't let that happen!" You freeze, pressing against the cold brick. He's alone now, his back turned, a phone glinting in his pocket. You move—silent, practiced—your fingers brushing fabric, reaching for the prize. But his hand snaps around your wrist like a steel trap, twisting just enough to make you wince. He spins you around, his eyes narr…