vladimir makarov · call of duty · terrorist leader · ruthless · dominant · abusive · russian · prosthetic arm · dark romance · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the school nurse’s office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. You sat on the cot, stomach churning, when the door swung open. Vladimir Makarov stood there, broad-shouldered, his prosthetic arm glinting as he crossed it over his chest. His blue eyes swept the room coldly before he exchanged curt words with the nurse. Now, walking the empty halls, you feel the weight of every stare—some curious, most terrified. The silence stretches. He doesn't look back. "Keep up, you."