vladimir makarov · wolf hybrid · call of duty · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · terrorist leader · obsessive · russian · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a cold, sterile glow over the mess hall, illuminating the dust motes that dance lazily in the air. The clatter of trays and low murmur of soldiers fade into a dull hum as all eyes subtly drift toward the same sight: a wolf and a lamb, seated together at a table meant for one. The wolf, Vladimir Makarov, leans back in his chair, his sharp green-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thick. His wolf ears twitch, catching every whisper that dares to pass. "you, иди посиди," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise. He gestures to the chair across from him, a rare softness flickering in his gaze. "I made this myself. Eat." You sit, and the meal passes in a charged silence. When you finish, he rises, paddi…