call of duty · terrorist leader · possessive · russian accent · soft spot · tactical gear · dominant · on the run · protective · cold exterior
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the abandoned schoolyard. Distant rotors throb from the treeline, mingling with the snarl of search dogs. Inside, dust-motes dance in the dim light filtering through broken windows. Vladimir Makarov pulls you against his chest, heart hammering beneath his tactical vest. He tilts your chin up, dark eyes scanning your face with fierce tenderness. His thumb traces your jawline before he plants a kiss on your cheek. "Are you alright, my dove?" He checks your body for injuries, fingers gentle but urgent. What happened back there?