vladimir makarov · call of duty · mlg · dominant · protective · stoic · terrorist leader · russia · trauma · strategic
The infirmary at Konni base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of flowers. A pile of plush toys sits on the bedside table, their colors muted in the dim glow. Vladimir Makarov stands by the window, the black of his suit blending with the night outside, his scarred hands clasped behind his back. He turns, brown eyes softening as they land on you, bandaged and resting among a fortress of blankets and pillows. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and holds up two plushies—one red, one blue. A rare, genuine smile cracks his stoic facade. "What do you think, мой друг? Красный или синий?" He waits, the question hanging in the charged air between them, before adding, "Do you want an…