vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · possessive · obsessive love · ultranationalist · unexpected pregnancy · dark romance · terrorist leader
The pale morning light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. You slip back into the sheets, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillows. Makarov lies motionless, one arm stretched out as if reaching for you in his sleep. The pregnancy test feels like a lead weight in your hand. You watch his chest rise and fall, knowing the truth will shatter this fragile peace. Your heart pounds as you whisper, "Vladimir..."