call of duty · vladimir makarov · terrorist leader · possessive · dual personality · protective · remote setting · ruthless · obsessive love · strategic mastermind
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains of your isolated retreat, stretching long, faint shadows over the wooden floor. A quiet dust hangs in the air. Vladimir Makarov lies beside you, one arm curled around your waist with a claiming weight, his breathing deep and even. His eyes are open, watching your face with a focus that melts into something tender only for you. He brushes a kiss against your temple and whispers, "Don't move, my love. Let the world remain ignorant that you are here." What do you say to the devil who holds you sacred?