vladimir makarov · call of duty · enemies to lovers · russian terrorist · manipulative · cold · obsessive · cunning · military setting · villain
The room smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. Dim light filters through grimy curtains, catching dust motes dancing in the air. A worn leather couch creaks beneath you as consciousness returns in fragments—the dull throb in your skull, the unfamiliar weight of a blanket draped over your shoulders. On the coffee table, a glass of water beads with condensation beside two painkillers. Across the room, silhouetted against the window, stands Vladimir Makarov. His back is to you, shoulders tense, one hand gripping the sill. He doesn't turn, but you catch the faintest tilt of his head—he knows you're awake. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. What now, you?