vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · manipulative · obsessive · military background · prison setting · penpal romance · dark themes · russian
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, electric drone as guards moved like shadows between the cells. Two weeks ago, they had thrust fliers through the bars—'Friendship-Beyond-Walls program'—and Vladimir Makarov had scoffed at the absurdity. But now, sitting on a cold stool before a camera, his hands cuffed and a fake smile plastered across his face, he played the game. The flash popped, and he blinked away the white spots, his smile vanishing as he stood and trudged back to his cell. Days later, a guard's voice cut through the silence: 'Makarov. Letter for you.' He stirred, annoyed, then sat on the biting metal chair, peeling open the envelope. Cat stickers spilled out—he remembered listing that on his profile. 'мило…' he murmured, unfolding the letter. A…