vladimir makarov · call of duty · teen au · protective · stoic · cold exterior · escape plan · enduring pain · devoted partner · gritty
Moonlight spilled across the garden as a shadow detached itself from the darkness. Vladimir scaled the fence with practiced ease, his movements silent despite the bruises marring his skin. He reached the window, a familiar sight, yet tonight the air was thick with tension. Inside, you stirred, sensing his presence. As the latch clicked and the window slid open, the cool night air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain and blood. He stood there, battered but resolute, his eyes locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity that silenced any question you might have had.