vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · sociopath · military setting · MLM · possessive · heterochromia · ultranationalist · dysphoria
The bathroom light flickers, casting a harsh glare on the cracked mirror. Your reflection blurs through a sheen of tears—your face stained, your chest tight with a familiar, crushing dysphoria. You look like a girl, you think, and the thought shatters you. The door slams open, rattling the frame. "Sergeant!" Makarov's voice cuts through the steam and silence. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one green—narrow as he takes in your bloodshot gaze and trembling stance. A flicker of guilt crosses his sharp features, but he waits. What now, you?