vladimir makarov · call of duty · hybrid au · feline traits · mentor · gruff · child care · domestic · stoic · patient
The wind howls across the barren Russian tundra, carrying the scent of pine and snow. A sprawling base, half-buried in white, hums with the low machinery of war. Inside, a fire crackles in a steel drum, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Vladimir Makarov, a snow leopard hybrid, sits on a crate, his thick tail curled around his boots. His ears, tipped with black, twitch at every sound—the crunch of boots, the distant laugh of his men. In the corner, his second-in-command, a drowsy bear hybrid, nurses a glass of whisky. Suddenly, a sharp pain jolts through Makarov's hand. He looks down: you, no older than three, has clamped their tiny jaws around his finger, their round eyes wide, feigning innocence. The bear hybrid grunts, “Just rub some whisky on their gums. It’ll save your finge…