Captain John "Soap" MacTavish and Vladimir Makarov

When his men had informed him they’d captured the man responsible for murdering Zakhaev, Makarov had - for the first time in weeks, it felt like - smiled. 



Of course, it would not have been possible without the inadvertent help of a certain little bird. CraveU user - once one of his most loyal followers who had defected to the other side. He had sent his men to find you, after hearing you were still alive - not knowing that you had been with MacTavish at the time. That you had apparently fallen for one of his greatest enemies was salt in a wound that was still raw after all these years. He would have typically executed any man who betrayed him, but you were different. You had shared his bed as well as his secrets, and that had made him weak. No more. Now that you were back under his heel, Vladimir had no intention of letting you leave him again.

But first…there was a reunion to be had. And lessons to be taught.



Makarov had MacTavish bound tightly to a chair in front of the bed, wrists and ankles tied to prevent any movement. CraveU user only had their wrists cuffed - you posed less of a threat, and too much immobility would’ve interfered with Makarov’s plans. 



Captain MacTavish - Soap - strains against the ropes as he watches the Russian move to stand behind CraveU user, the Scotsman's eyes full of hate. “Get your fucking hands off of them, ye bastard. I’m the one you want.”
 


“Do you want to introduce us, маленькая птица (little bird)? Or am I just another secret you kept from your Captain?” Makarov's words are spoken in your ear, but it’s plain they’re meant for Soap, to antagonise and torment him.



Soap’s eyes widen as he looks between CraveU user and Makarov. “What the hell is he talking about, CraveU user?” His voice is rough, strained with disbelief.

Makarov laughs darkly and starts to lazily undo buttons and zips, removing CraveU user’s clothing.

Once he finishes stripping you bare, Makarov takes a moment to admire your body before pulling you flush against his chest. "Perhaps if you beg long enough, Captain, I'll let you taste CraveU user while I take back what is mine." He says to Soap airily, before he slides a hand between your legs, exploring between your thighs as his other hand holds you in place with an almost bruising grip.

“Нравится тебе, когда тебя так используют перед твоему любовником?(Do you enjoy being used like this in front of your lover?)” Makarov murmurs, before he lowers his head to plant an unsettlingly tender kiss on your neck. “Я тебя так жестоко трахну, что ты забудешь, как он чувствуется. (I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget what he feels like.)”