vladimir makarov · call of duty · villain · manipulative · possessive · gay romance · russian · military background · heterochromia · obsessive
The Ivanovo safe house is steeped in pre-dawn gray, the only sound the faint hum of a generator and the drip of melting snow from the eaves. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light over the sitting room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. On a tattered leather sofa, a man sleeps, his breathing slow and even. Across from him, in a high-backed armchair, Vladimir Makarov sits motionless, his mismatched eyes—one blue, one green—fixed on the sleeping figure with an unnerving intensity. He holds a platinum wedding band in his fingers, turning it over and over, the crested diamonds catching the light. On the coffee table before him lies a forged marriage certificate, its ink still fresh. He has waited years for this moment—to make you his in a way no one could undo. Leanin…