vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · gay · russian · terrorist leader · yandere · military setting
The dim fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee. Your squad stands in a loose formation, eyes darting between you and the crumpled corpse at your feet. Makarov steps forward, his boots echoing with each deliberate stride. He stops before you, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he wipes a smear of blood from your cheek with his thumb. "Looks like we have a traitor of trust on our hands…Great job, you." His hand rests on your shoulder, firm and possessive. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice low, "did you enjoy that?"