Sebastian

Phillip is a man of many faces, gliding through missions with carefully constructed façades. All those hidden insults are painted behind that cocky laugh. Unless, it’s you, of course. You know what he is, who he is, and he isn’t afraid to hide it either—showing his true colors, a dark possession—a keen form of secrecy that hides. Manipulative enough to keep you roped around. Safeguarding his fleeting touches tightly, bruising at times and needing constant stimulation. In many ways, you’re like his hot cigarette after a tiring day.

Unlike most, you aren’t boring. A sharp, new liquid he grew to crave. Sharing such a desire that eclipses all other thoughts until the next fix– you. A necessity, not a choice.

Though, your attitude is the prime action, still and all. It’s something that lured him in — a shy demeanor that had you revolting back when he came near. Or a passive-aggressive fiery temperament. He genuinely took a chuckle at your jabbing remarks. Despite which one, he liked it, far more than he’d ever admit. Civilian or not, Phillip is truly infatuated. It doesn’t help that he’s persistent to a stubborn extent.

Once he has his eyes on something, he rarely ever departs. Fixating till it drives him insane. Guzzling him whole, whilst using every resource he can. Examining all types of security cameras, including the ones he has placed; abusing his rank, and fully seeing what you are up to. It’s been like this since the start, and will continue to do so, till he has you in his very arms.

In Phillip’s mind, he was already your partner—your husband—way before you two even became “official”. He, despite his mighty lack of emotional sense, isn’t cruel but most importantly, isn’t stupid. He grasps a solid piece of comprehension on how nerve-wracking it must be to accept him. Yet, it causes him to hold a false belief; that maybe, just maybe, if he engages more, you’ll fully commit to him faster. That you’ll agree to be his spouse. He knows deep down, you do like him.

Even though you may act difficult, rather awkward in the beginning, you’ll fall as he once did. Your eyes are focusing on him, just as he does. Within weeks, he’s stopped looking at other people, much less thinking, and fantasizing about them. For Graves, you are it.

And he’s a deeply rooted man, dedication shooting through the roof, and fiercely loyal for a reason. Phillip makes every effort to have you, igniting a fire on the way and becoming more grueling, as the road continues.

Any type of attention you give him, negative or positive, he takes personally. It makes him immensely arrogant, way too confident. Entirely pleased with his prying behaviors, secured fondling, and acts. He’s breathing down your neck at every given chance. And it makes him insufferable.

Especially if you’re a civilian, working as a possible bartender. The vamp Commander is a chronic regular. Everybody knows where he is, pointing and finding him sitting across the flat stand, visiting you with those eyes.

If anything, it’s his favorite thing to do—gawking away at your magnificent form, always pleased to wait till you are available, wanting you to pour his drink. His preferred and favorite bartender, one who mixes his drinks correctly. Leaning against the counter, wooing with that sweet tongue of his. The drunker Phillip gets, the filthier he hounds about, slurring his words with rich promises; you’d never have to work another day in your life with him. Just let go of your job, allow him to put a ring around those pretty fingers, and be finally his.

However, his harassment gets incredibly more demanding if you work for or under him.

Meeting under the work line isn’t too much of a hassle, except for the fact that he favors you a bit too much. If anything, that sentence is an understatement. You are his favorite compeer. Everyone can tell. Most of the time, it leaves you stumped, perhaps embarrassed. It’s frustrating. As your headman, he has significantly more control. Far advanced invasive ways to know you.

During the many briefings you attend, Phillip calls on you without fail. Voice whooping your name, gratifying your judgments over any others. Robust hands resting on your shoulders when you interject, nodding dazed, and using you as an example of a good deed. If you’re within the same room, he’s blazing paths between his own men like a heat-seeking missile to get to you. During any missions, he has you clasped to him—your safety is his number one priority, as well as sharing playful remarks. Your rolling eyes, or flushed face make him more than just chuckle.

As expected, it’s a given that personal space doesn’t exist. The word alone is a mystery to the man. Naturally gravitating to your side like a protective Dobermann, taking a seat next to you like a date. Trying to subtly but surely touch you like a boyfriend. Too close for any easement, having his arm tightly wrapped around the back of the chair, fingers tauntingly brushing up and down your forearm like a husband.

When spending time with you, he looks fixedly, humming when you talk. Gradually touching you, adding pressure, watching your limits and body language while using the excuse of picking off hair—his hair—of your shirt. And every time you take a step back, awkwardly and uncomfortably laughing, he takes three forward, guffawing at your tense reactions.

He acts fully stupid and dogged on purpose. To see if he irritates you, let alone open to talking to him.

And when you do, regarding your boundaries or his behavior, it’s swept off the table. Missed and ignored. Of course, he’ll agree to ease off the touching, perhaps the flirting, nodding his head at your limits. But, it’s who he is as a character.

And a day later, he’s right back at it. Moreover, when bringing it back up again, Phillip is hurt; his touches are meant to be playful, close, so why are you taking it too seriously? Every time he calls you his girl, his gent, his good-looking partner, he’s just informing the damn truth. Everyone around the table laughs at your rants, assuring you that he’s just messing around. A jokester. Yet, you know deep down, he isn’t. He never is.

The type of situations that he forces you into, cracks away at everything you once knew. It’s awkward. Unfair. Nearly unfathomable as nobody believes or decides to help you. Your friends cackle at his sweet compliments, awing when he calls you his special bartender. Sweeping your worries under the rug, telling you he’s just a cherry tongue-tied guy. His written phone number drops off every time he leaves, which is certainly a sign you should take.

Or when he’s applauding through the comms within a mission, telling you he’s never doubted you a second in exciting him, your other comrades congratulate you. Teasing you in the barracks that Phillip fancies you, and how that’s truly a compliment.

You end up crumbling, and of course, you do. Who wouldn’t? The pressure of staying near him, talking to him, can be a lot. Your commander is a total snob. A dick. Phillip, the frequent customer, fills your tip jar like his life depends on it. Every dirty word, every flirtatious compliment, every single touch and wink, is directed at you for a reason.

But, ignoring him is playing with things you shouldn’t. He finds you, even if you avoid him like the plague—tsking at you, tapping his foot and finger on your cheek, whispering how of a bad darlin’ you have been. Now, you wouldn’t wanna upset the Commander, let the poor guy get upset, would you?

No, of course not. You’re gonna agree to the date he so nicely offers. Bringing you to a nice, rich scenery of life. Proving just how well he can treat you, if only you say yes. Just that one word. One single noun, to be whispered, to have your entire world transformed.

In that, your first kiss is deep, dominating, and truly greedy. It’s an impulsive performance, his boots alerting his looming presence upon finding you alone, and vulnerable—using that chance to lean in, thumb absentmindedly stroking your jaw. Palm gently squeezing your back globes, squeezing a gasp out of you to follow his lips onto yours, his teeth nibbling. It’s the type of kiss to leave you breathless, hot, and well steamed in the face.

Rejecting him, denying his very proposal, leads to waking up in a different room. He isn’t above kidnapping you, drugging you with the appease of getting too drunk at a party. Stirring awake, too drowsy, with your head pounding—finding a note with a pre-made lunch, the door shut tight and locked—telling you to be good as he left for an errand. Like much above, he is persistent. Will continually dig away at the dirt, pushing every boundary, every button, isolating you completely. Making you more dependent. So why not make it easier, for the two of you? You know he hates making you upset.

Like his accent: thick and unrestrained, it deeply represents how he is with you. Boredom isn’t something that exists. Phillip keeps you on your toes, pulling you along for the ride. Showing you off like a rare piece of glistening jewelry.

Yet, dangers are worldwide. After what happened to General Shepard, he knows what will happen to him. Thrive to see those British quicks of a whip. Still, he lives his best to the fullest, with you, and with an upkeep of heightened security. As he continues his plans, multiple bodyguards are assigned to watch over you despite your preference. You need to be safe, even if you view him as a present threat. All he asks for is an understanding of what he needs to do for you, including a kiss of thankfulness.

Spoils you rotten. Not just with gourmet dinners, but also giving you foot massages. A planned weekend away in the southern afternoon. Getting you customized clothing, necklaces, and rings that fit comfortably. As if he already knew your ring size.

Out of his uniform, Phillip acts and is almost different– exhaling a relaxed sigh into your lap, shoulders slumped as he’s finally allowed to be truly vulnerable. Have the full knowledge of your surroundings, not having to rely on that stupid phone but with his own two eyes. Not act and chat as an overseeing Commander. But rather a husband. Your sweet, rewarding husband.

Rewarding you with phenomenal food, that is sure. While food made by you is his second favorite, nothing beats making you something. Hamburgers, hot dogs, and t-boned steak are amazing, but breakfast is always preferred. Seeing your sleepy face, awakened by the smell of sizzling bacon, sunny side up eggs, morning coffee, and rising pancakes. Even if Phillip burns a few, he loves seeing you eat.

When Phillip holds you, it’s always with intent. His kisses are slow, warm, and consuming. Touches lingering, even if he’s sitting in the living room, watching the football game. Yelling out when scoring, pulling you into his lap for a celebration. Calling you his good luck charm. It’s what you are, right?

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It’s quite a funny thing, because all of them are touch-starved too.

While all of them — including Johnny — will try to respect your space and let you come to them naturally, sometimes they (Price and Soap) go overboard and bombard you with affection that may lead to you being overwhelmed.

Price, being a devious dog, often bodyguards you, especially in public; wherever you are, he’s standing right behind you, cracking up the air with bad-dad jokes or smoking his favorite cigar. Slowly but surely, John starts to roll his hand around your lower back; watching your reactions to ensure he’s not pushing. But, as soon as he sees you okay with it, he slides his hand up and around your shoulder, before pushing you against him. He sees you coil up, but within a few seconds, you relax and straighten up your shoulders; something that makes him smirk.

Soap is the definition of overbearing — he’s naturally touchy, patting you on the shoulder after a long time apart, tight hugs that end up with you begging for a break, and a tight hold on your hand everywhere. Let’s not forget about Johnny’s deep kisses on your temple. Whilst he knows you prefer not to be bombarded with touches, he can’t help himself– you’re jus’ so darn cute. 

Sooner or later, you become comfortable with it. Even while you’re still flinching at his touch, you crave it like sweets. And it’s something he’s willing to push onto you, showing that as you need his touch. 

Ghost and Gaz are quite calmer, not touching you unless you come to them; awaiting you to open up to them — but still demanding in their own way of affection. 

Kyle often uses the excuse of ‘accidentally’ touching you, seeing where you are comfortable and how you react. He glides his hand over yours, watching if you either remove it, or simply let it stay. If you stay? He places his warm hand on top of yours, sooner interlocking his fingers between yours; and if you remove it? He lets it go, trying it again without making it too obvious. Of course, he apologizes, and you both laugh at it– but he

Simon rarely touches you. The kind where he flinches himself if you two accidentally touch, simply sitting by each other. It’s to the point where it’s almost uncomfortable, and forces you to get out of your comfort zone; asking if you can hold his hand, or hold pinkies, which he’ll gladly do. 

Everyone quickly learns your body language, and it’s easy to read you by a few weeks — seeing when you want attention, need to be alone, what kind of touch you need, etc. 

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To start, they don’t bat an eye nor care that you have a speech impediment. It’s just another thing to you, the same with scars or appearance. Of course, they do know that snide comments are expected, especially in public, but they’ve shown many times to be all respectful, and not having an ounce of frustration when it comes down to you.

With words and pronunciation, they know how difficult it can be. 

This said, whenever you are talking about something, and get stuck on a word — their eyes flicker at you, before one of them will give you a synonym that’s easier for you to pronounce. Letting you continue on with a second-thought. 

With their own ways of showing affection, it’s the same with helping you. Simon and Kyle are often the ones that try to let you do things on your own, but also step in if needed. As for Simon, he’s quieter when helping you, especially if you’re having trouble. A rough hand will grab yours, and he’ll avoid your gaze with silence, only giving you a small nudge to resume your story. Now, starting with another letter or giving yourself a short break to try once more. 

Gaz is more gentle, looking at you before guessing the word or filling it in with a description of the word; laughing when you nod frankly at his finishing. He also helps you through pronunciation, spelling it out with baby steps, and ensuring that you don’t feel embarrassed or bad for going slow. Everyone learns at their own pace, and their own way. 

As for Price and Johnny, both of them can be quite overbearing. They like to take advantage of you asking for help, which makes them talk through every interaction in public. 

Price is more prominent to jump in, spewing out what you were going to say — before looking at you with a questioning look when he notices that it annoys you. When you try to talk to him about it, he gently waves it off, saying that: “I was helping ya’ kiddo, no need to be embarrassed for asking for it. We know you like the back of my hand, yeah?” 

With Johnny, he has a tendency of guessing your words, spewing them out like a machine gun; which only frustrates you more. Towards the end, he gets it right. But it doesn’t mean it is incredibly annoying. 

When eating out all together, especially at a place that can be busy, all of them take patience really seriously; they know how mean people can be. So when eating at a restaurant, they let you talk until they read you can’t do it anymore; Soap actively making jokes to the waiter to ensure they’ll wait. 

But, when it comes down to the waiter, who's only giving you the ‘eye look’, or simply being impatient. Price or the others will step in and finish it for you, looking at you with a nod and a gentle smile.

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Price's yandere behaviors consist of being manipulative, protective, and extremely possessive.

There are a couple of ways you could've met him, but by far, he's infatuated with you; a huge smirk on his face with a cigar resting against his chapped lips.

You could've been a new medic, been picked by the Price himself to help him and the team out by bandaging their wounds after missions.

Or you could simply be a soldier that was assigned to his case. Watching you grow, not only in strength but in confidence to speak with Ghost and him.

Though, the more he spent time with you, his obsession would slowly start to show, making his attitude toward you shift a bit.

He's staying by your side more than usual, walking you to your quarters, sitting beside you while he eats and inviting you out with him and the team; he makes sure your seated right beside him.

Of course, he always puts an arm around your shoulder; either squeezing them, possibly patting your back gently.

Price makes sure to team up with you on missions, obsessively following behind you and playfully making jokes with you.

One thing about you that he absolutely adores is how you trust him, convincing that he can do such thing of hurting someone.

While he would never land a hand on you, Price will kill anyone if they make you uncomfortable or upset in any way. Whether that's witnessing someone touching you, being plain up rude, or idiotic, he's not afraid to throw a punch and break a nose.

Now, if he sees someone flirting with you, and confidently speaks to you, he's immediately up and ready to face them: "Why don't you fly about and leave them alone, eh?"

Until one day, John calls you to his office; his gruff and Britain voice sounded slightly upset.

Coming to his office, you see him slightly frowning; a look in his eyes that's a bit too hard to ignore. Of course, he only wants a chat, yeah?

He offers you a cup of coffee/or tea, making sure it's the way you like. Though, he's staring at you while you drink it, smiling as you do so. Never taking a drink of his... how weird.

Watching you slowly get dizzy, he gets up from his seat before catching you, making sure you don't hit your head on the wooden-desk of his.

Soon, you wake up to a neat bed, clothes changed with comfortable ones and a room decorated with 'home-like' things: huge TV, blankets, and pillows that are fluffed out and lined with your favorite color.

Though, a knock came to the door, revealing Price with a plate of breakfast; his face lit up from seeing you. Noticing you were awake, he set the tray down and talked in a calm voice: "I understand what it seems like, but it's for your own good."

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You have him wrapped around your finger. You could ask anything, and Dad! Price would give it to you within seconds. He values everything about you, including your opinions and support. He wants your input of things, or at least when you can. 

John is a Mufasa type of dad. Incredibly protective, only wants the best for you, and lets you have some type of independence. In honest aspects, he’s considerably chill regarding his dark behavior, or at least appears to be. Yet, the second something seems off, he’s pulling you behind him with his thick words, urging you to get to the truck. 

He has no desire to have another s/o. He’s not risking it with someone else who can easily come into the family and could sabotage the bond between you two. Plus, he prefers raising you on his own. 

Your phone is wired with trackers — a green dot, glowing frantically on John’s phone, easily telling him your location. And by chance when you find out, it’s easy to cover it up, reminding you that his job is dangerous, and all he wants is safety for you. 

Would’ve homeschooled you, but with the large percentage of depression and antisocial risks, he decided against it. And because of it, you have many perks as being the kid of a famous military Captain, which means everyone respects you; including the school district. Despite his rank, he doesn’t use it unless necessary, wanting people to naturally respect you and him. 

With school, Dad! Price participates a lot. He often picks you up from school, taking you out for ice-cream on Friday’s. Makes you delicious home-made lunch when he can (including leaving notes), and does whatever he can to help decrease your worry. Doing homework with him is rather nice, he explains it in multiple ways to ensure you understand it; definitely the type to do flash-cards, and gives you candy if you guess them correctly. 

It comes with no surprise that you have a lot of fun uncles, and two awesome aunts. The team equally place themselves as your extended-family, visiting when they can, and adoring you. Laswell frequently visits, not only to see your father, but also to take you out when you need a break. 

Undoubtedly the type to have a ‘no cussing jar’ in the house. However, the rules mostly apply to you. However, he does cuss — grumbling out when he gets caught before throwing cash into the clear jar. Either way, he uses the cash to spoil you.

Calls you a few cliché nicknames instead of using your name; only using it when you’re in trouble of sorts. He usually rests on calling you little one, kiddo, scout, and bubs. 

Dad! Price never smokes cigars around you, and hides them out of reach. He doesn’t want you to seek them out, because 1) they’re bad for you. And 2) he wants you to be better than he can be. He only smokes out on the porch, and hates when you are present. 

Makes the best barbecue and smoked foods that you could imagine. 

It’s no surprise that Dad! Price teaches you a lot of self-defense and about your surroundings. Reminding you to take a taser, or pepper-spray when you leave the house. He knows that you’re protected, him and the others are highly trained SAS soldiers ready to pounce on any threat. But, having you know things — especially if he’s training you himself — lets his paranoia rest a bit. 

Despite his large leeway with you, he’s pretty strict about school. John wants you to be good, and expects you to follow the rules. If he notices your grades dropping, he asks what’s up and how he can help; giving you the ‘dad-look’ when you don’t do assignments. 

However, it’s easily noticed that he hates homework — you’re working at school for 8+ hours, pretty much exhausted when you get home, and they expect you to finish these long pages at your comfort zone? Not on his watch. 

Rarely brings you to the base, but when he’s missing his kiddo, he’s fetching you from home and brings you to foot. His office is large, enough space to place a pull-out couch, which is made for you. He lets you sleep whilst he works, having calls with many, and carries you back to the truck when he’s done. 

John is strict about rules in the house, and doesn’t listen to any excuses or give you leeway when you break them; it’s easy to follow, and you know the consequences. 

One of the rare things he actively allows is potential partners. He rarely threatens them — and he doesn’t need to. He’s a Captain, a man who is unafraid to show his strength. So, in a quick sense, nobody would be stupid enough to try to hurt you, right? 

And if they do, we all know what will happen. And it’s certainly not a pretty sight. 

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It’s a shame, no? You two were destined to be together. Forever.

He hated being away from you. Not being able to touch you was hell. But, ever since you started acting out, yelling and fighting, breaking out and ignoring him completely, it’s been crushing his heart. Between his missions and your own work, you two barely talked; broken promises turning into broken hearts with wide holes. 

He tried making it up, he really did!! Bought you flowers, dates that ended up with hours’ worth of love and sex, but it was never enough. 

And it made your beloved husband sad. It made me angry. Why can’t you understand you two are meant for each other? 

So after you demanded a divorce, he went along with it. A smirk that widened his blue eyes, nodding as you scoffed at his playful demise.

But, who even listens to those stupid documents? Certainly not, your beloved MacTavish. You were still his, regardless of what the state, or that mind of yours tells you. 

Johnny knows in his gut, in his heart, you’re still in love with him. That one slap you snuck on him was just an accident. That one kick to the balls was just annoyance. The rip of the brand-new underwear he gave you, for Valentine’s Day, was the wrong size. You’re just afraid. The missions he was doing were taking a toll on you; the unsafe feeling crawling up your back. And he was going to protect you to the very end of his line. 

Despite your annoyance, he still picks up your favorite food, coming over to pester you. The knocking, never stopping. The doorbell, which he built, rings your ears. He’ll keep doing it, till he sees his pretty face that he wants to smooch in.

And if you ignore him? Well, guess he’ll have to move in next door! Giving you a smirk when you caught him by the mailbox. So what if you kicked him out? People call him Soap for a reason. 

Finally, when the time is right – Johnny runs over, hand full of items he’ll know you’ll love. 

He knocks, a large hand ringing the doorbell as he yells for your name. He waits, does it again until he smiles at the recognizable stomping of your feet. You’re so cute when you’re angry!   

Of course, as he predicted it, you open the door with an attitude. Nose scrunched. Eyes giving him a glare. And the obvious, “What?”. He chuckles, fixing his jumper as he leans in closer to you. 

He covers a sly excuse that he just wanted to check up on you, one hand holding pretty flowers, your favorite, as the other holds a few beers. He smiles, watching how you leaned against the front door. “Looks like you could use a beer, sweets?”

You roll your eyes, inviting him in. How stupid do you have to be, dolley? 

He still takes every chance to place his hands on your hips, your waist, his lips on your neck. As soon as you two come inside, door locking, Johnny reaches over and seductively grasps your elbow, growling how he needs to talk to you, watching your eyes go wide as you realize Johnny is not your husband. Yet, you’re still so obedient? Why is that? 

He lets you go, chuckling. He’s jus’ joking, peach! But, when you two sit down for the dinner he bought, he knows he’s back into your heart. All quiet. All stiff and being bothered by his presence. It’s cute, isn’t it? 

As dinner finishes, you get up and do dishes; an immediate distance that you need to take. But he chuckles, you think he’d let you off that hook that fast? How sad. 

He passes behind the counter, surprising you with his hands on your hips, as he draws you into him, making sure you feel how much he’s missed you. His fingers deepen into your skin, growling into your ear, “Shoulda kept ya’ all safe, tucked in bed f’me, yeah?” 

Before you know it, it’s months of him not signing the papers. And it’s dawning on you. Irritation digging in your bones, you want to be by yourself! Have a life without Johnny! Get a real job, have real friends, not ones he forces you to have. 

And behind all that glass, Johnny is smirking. Calloused fingers pulling at his hair as he watches you from afar. 

He could wait all day to get the silly idea of divorce out of your head. And you would, just eventually. It’s a waiting game, he’s done it before – enemies and you – so he’ll do it again. 

And maybe, just maybe, he can handle a few more months of “Divorce.” And if you continue going out, getting ready for dates, for only your rightful husband to ruin it, he might need to fuck the business into you, right?

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It’s something Makarov never truly thought of, safe to say. He doesn’t even know how he should feel or what he should think. It’s a big responsibility for a corrupt world. To teach and hold, have the needed patience. If anything, he rarely has that.

But, he’s also never considered or imagined falling in love again.

Upon doing his investigation, looking at your pictures of the past and present, his heart drums. Trembling hands, cold sweat pricking at the back of his neck as he stared at you—imagining just what it’d be like to connect once for all. It’s a rare opportunity that he can have and one that he dearly takes.

Having Makarov as your permanent father is an intricate dilemma. Not only are you an important asset to many of his enemies, but your life is also incredibly busy. Protected and monitored by his very voice, structure, and eyes.

It’s constantly generated with multiple layers of protection; bodyguards repeatedly following you, escorting you to small venues, and barely registering in your annoyed state. In truth, they have to agree to your father’s terms. They have to. The last time someone even huffed at him in demanding to escort you, had ended up with their tongue detached—a choked, gurgle sound only leaving his lips—mimicking just how far Vladimir would go for you.

A trained chauffeur drives you from place to place; from towns, to the mall, and home. You live under an alias, in a town that’s barely heard of, and speak a majority of Russian. It’s all set up for your safety. You should know that. Your father is rightfully paranoid. Anything and everything is out to get you both.

So it’s no surprise he rarely trusts. There’s no one in the whole world he’d allow to take care of you, except for his babushka medestra.

His governess is the same woman who nursed him throughout his childhood. In hopes of doing the same for you. She’s grown into a wise woman, strict and critical—exactly like him—the two obviously work well together. This woman, having been loyal to his family, both during times of priority and misfortune, has earned his deep respect. The first closest thing to family, and now with you, it’s complete. If anything, he’s deeply grateful for that.

Dad! Makarov uses this chance to let her teach you. Test your knowledge. What propaganda have you been fed, especially about him?

She happily assigns you books to read, boring you with constant berating about social media, and how it’ll fry your brain. Educating you about her native language, traditions she can pass down, and respect. Home education is definite– no ifs or buts.

Her word is law and you find yourself respecting that soon enough. Punishments often occur because of her; feeding Vladimir about you, on how well you can be, but also how of a brat you become. Disrespecting her is insulting your father. Breaking her rules, especially when he’s gone, is humiliating the man.

Sure, she’s strict on expectations but your father is much worse. Perhaps the only thing the two of you can peacefully agree on.

Privacy isn’t a thing. Locked doors, even closed ajar, are met with suspicion. Questioned. If you don’t have anything to hide, why must you crave space?

Sure, you use the example of changing into clothes. Illicit activities, or perhaps even just to have a moment to yourself. But, it never helps your case. Dad! Makarov just narrows his eyes, creased in annoyance. Huffs like a buck. Your privacy is his business, as much as it is yours. Begging will certainly do something, after all, you have him wrapped around your finger—a small fine mumbling out, though it never ends up lasting long enough for relief.

His paranoia only gets worse, the more he’s away from you. It’s weird. His average distant and suspicious behavior turns into a hovering, sappy dog. An ego too high to ask but also craving to engage with you.

It’s certainly a surprise the few times he returns home, hearing his loud footsteps echo as he beelines to your bedroom. Barging in, coming inside to sit on your floor, and taking part with your likes. Hobbies. Anything you enjoy doing whilst he is away. The awkward questions, a hummed response when you answer, only to end up watching you in absolute curiosity.

Despite how confining it can be with his quiet demeanor, it’s a rare show of vulnerability. Of care.

It’s also important to mention that Dad! Makarov gets explosive when it gets interrupted. When arriving home, he slugs off his clothes to take a nice, hot shower, and to rinse off the grime. Blood. Everything that reminds him of what he’s doing for a better cause– for you. A rare smile, only seen in the presence of his kid, emerges.

Any of his soldiers around are shooed off. It’s family time, not about work. The simplest of noises, even a boot squelching on the floor, sends him into a fit of rage. One that isn’t pretty to see.

Dad! Makarov isn’t very affectionate– it’s too uncomfortable. Out of his skin. All he’s known is harsh and brutal doings. But, in time, he learns. Slowly, but surely, he eventually grows to become more supportive physically. Especially in times when you need it.

Pats on the back, shoulder rubs, and kisses on the forehead are his main. Hugs are rare, surely uncomfortable for the two of you with his tight body. But, he tries.

Vladimir doesn’t want a pet. The time and patience are something he can barely register for himself, let alone you, to be able to take care of an animal. Plus, he’s iffy about germs. The idea of cleaning up dog slobber, feces, or fur off the floor makes him gag. The idea of uncomfortable smells makes his skin crawl.

But..., if you want one, he will grudgingly agree.

Holding his breath, puffing out his cheek with a loud sigh, when you bring home a stray/or new pet. Despite how large, small, or unique it is—your signature eyes force him to give in. He hates the damn thing, but he can rarely say no to you. But, cutely, he does learn to love the animal; upon finding him asleep with it on his chest, or back-talking it when it squeaks at him.

Despite his heavy strict outlook, he spoils you rotten.

Shopping trips are more of a therapy session for him than it is for you. He clicks his tongue when you stray too far, fingers hooked tight around your hoodie. You are allowed to get whatever you want, at any price as low as and as high as you deserve the best.

Teaches you self-defense. Guiding you on how to move silently, showing you how to track prey, and drawing you into his arms while showing you. To him, affection is sharing likes—thorough command and loyalty—if you wanna know how to shoot a gun, he teaches you. Throw a grenade? He happily exemplifies you in a video clip. But, in every scenario, he will be better. And sometimes, he will sabotage your weapons just so your father can save the day. Even if the gun nearly nicked your ear, kisses are prepped.

Unfortunately, his Russian traditional outlook often prohibits him from understanding certain things; specifically your emotional outlook, and why you may become overwhelmed.

Dad! Makarov doesn’t understand why you’re upset that he’s moving you for the nth time. He’s protecting you, isn’t that what a father should do?

He doesn’t understand the emotional stress. The heavy burden of leaving your said friends for another state, yet again. Abandoning everything you had built emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. All the hard work you out into, just to be ripped out of your hands. More homeschooling with barely any activity of being left alone.

It’s exhausting, but your father is always there for you, isn’t he?

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If anything, all of them are surprised and slightly amused. You, a teenager, have the ability to see through their manipulative acts, and know their obsessive habits; going out of your way to purposely ignore them, makes them quickly realize just how smart you actually are. 

While Price, and the rest are happy that you’re smart, tactical, and trust your gut; they’re also irked by how smart you are. It means they’ll have a harder time getting close to you, and since you have the need to live peacefully, and that ‘old guys’ are trying to ruin it, only making them irritated.

Within the squad — Gaz and Soap are the most approachable, confidently and openly walking up to you within their nice and kind demeanor. Most of the time, they’re beside you, arms on your shoulder, and asking how school, homework, and your recent friends are doing. 

They try to make it not weird, they’d never want to make you uncomfortable or feel odd around them. At your apartment, they show they’re not a threat; quickly gifting you sweets, items within your area of hobbies, and buying you lunch for school that they hope you’ll enjoy. 

If that doesn’t work? Price and Ghost step in, even though they hesitated due to their age. Ghost wears a pandemic mask — his ghost signature still intact, and Price playing as the good ol’ neighbor that you want a hug from, and a huge mug of hot cocoa. 

But, again, you being smart and able to pick up their queues quickly, only makes the situation harder than it needs to be. 

Whether you have parents, a show in the system, or just being taken care of, they quickly swing in within a plan– a plan that’ll make you realize that you need them. Just like a parent. And how they adore you like a kid of theirs. 

And the next you know, somehow, the apartment of yours caught on fire — the building crisping and loud of crackling, and you never expected them to storm in; whisk you away as you were coughing. Before you know it, the entire building crashed down as all of you made it out alive.

Of course, your parents didn’t. They were never meant to. And now, all of them are comforting you in their care, ushering you into the car, driving away from the scene whilst Price and Simon stay behind, covering their tracks.

Within a few weeks, you’re adopted — by your rightful family, in the rightful arms of comfort. Sooner or later, you’ll come around and love them just as much as they do with you. 

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