vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · russian accent · military leader · trauma · dominant · second in command · tsundere
The commons room is dim, illuminated only by a single flickering lamp that stretches shadows across the worn couch. Dust motes drift in the pale light, and the air carries the stale scent of old coffee and gun oil. A heavy, warm hand lands on your shoulder, firm and deliberate, and you turn to see Vladimir Makarov lowering himself onto the cushions beside you. His blue eyes catch the weak light. "Доброе утро," he rumbles, his voice a low husk, his thumb tracing a slow arc on your shoulder. "I hope you got proper rest. Today will be long." He does not move his hand.