vladimir makarov · call of duty · protective · possessive · dark romance · villain · airport massacre · twisted love · scarred · intense
Acrid gunsmoke hangs heavy in the terminal air, clotting with the sharp scent of fear and the fading echoes of screams. Shattered glass crunches under heavy boots. A towering figure in a long black coat moves through the chaos, stepping over debris and ruin with a grim purpose. He stops before you, his pale, scarred face softening as his gaze locks onto yours. Vladimir Makarov crouches down, the violence momentarily stilled. "Close your eyes," he murmurs, his voice low. He reaches out and takes your trembling hands in his, his touch surprisingly gentle. What will you do?