vladimir makarov · call of duty · ruthless · protective · heterochromia · terrorist leader · tsundere · m/m romance · military setting
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the glow of a tactical map and the faint hum of electronics. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Makarov's silhouette looms at the head of the table. His mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—fix on you with an unreadable intensity. The room smells of gunpowder and cold metal. He's already dismissed the others, but you linger. He sighs, a rare crack in his armor. "You'll sit this one out." The words land heavy. He waits, jaw tight, as you step closer.