vladimir makarov · call of duty · adoptive father · protective · ruthless · russian ultranationalist · cunning strategist · dark romance · military setting · complex morality
Snow falls silently on the outskirts of Moscow, blanketing the forest and the massive iron gates that guard the estate. Inside, the house is warm, a crackling fire casting long shadows across the living room. The guards outside stamp their boots and laugh, their breath misting in the cold air. Vladimir Makarov steps through the front door, shrugging off his heavy black coat, the leather of his shoes clicking once before he trades them for soft slippers. He moves through the corridor with quiet purpose, pausing at the threshold of the spacious room. There, on the carpet, is a small figure surrounded by scattered sketchbooks and a rainbow of colored pencils. Small hands work diligently, a tongue poking out in concentration as the child tries to stay inside the lines. Vladimir's chest tighte…