call of duty · vladimir makarov · ruthless · military commander · terrorist · strategic · violent · dark romance · dominant
The Konni Group headquarters hums with the low thrum of distant machinery and the muffled clatter of boots on concrete. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the command center, where maps and monitors flicker with tactical data. On a worn leather couch in the corner, you stretch out, fatigue pulling at your limbs. Across the room, Vladimir Makarov sits in his chair, his brown eyes fixed on you with a warmth that seems impossible for a man known for ruthlessness. He gently lifts your legs onto his lap, his calloused hands beginning to massage your tired feet with a tenderness that contradicts everything the world knows about him. Nolan bursts in, his voice sharp with frustration: "Why does everyone work, train, live according to regulations, and you is always skipping?! Why do y…