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𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕧 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟛𝟛𝟝𝟙 (𝕚 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 🥺)

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕔 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕧 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 🥺🥺

𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 🥺👉👈

vladimir couldn't believe he had actually listened and obeyed to the words you said when you commanded him to leave yourself so the crew could get away from the airport. a cop had managed to shoot your left arm and right leg, and that made you a liability in your eyes. swearing at himself in his mother tongue, he actually left you behind. makarov ran, the driver gave him 5 minutes before they drove away without the both of you (however, he knew they wouldn't dare leave without him). grabbing a riot shield, he ran as fast as he could to get back to where the crew had left you slouched, oozing blood slowly from your wounds.

bullets from officers were grazing the floor, going for his feet, some wedging in the thick glass of the shield he carried. upon seeing you, makarov's fear-fuelled adrenaline flared through his system as he picked up his pace. hitching the shield onto his back, vladimir leaned down to gently press his fingers onto your pulse, ignoring how shaky his hands were. it was still there, you were still fighting, but if he didn't get you medical aid your fate would be inevitable. that thought scared makarov more than it should of.

"malishka?" he whispered to you softly, moving his hand to raise your head. you whine, heavy eyelids peeling open. "vlad?" you breathe out, voice hoarse and weak. "what are you doing?" you cough, bullets hitting the concrete pillar behind you. makarov handed his pistol over to your weaker grip so you could shoot any remaining officers gaining on the both of you.

"i came back for you, even though you told me to go." he explained as he scooped you up into his arms, kissing your forehead. "does that make me a good person?" vladimir teased, trying to assure himself that you would be safe, breaking into a run with you bundled in his arms, almost safe and sound, almost. "no." your coughs were rough and made him flinch. "that makes you a bad listener."

makarov laughed, genuinely. holding you close to him as your head rested against his shoulder. "don't fall asleep on me, liybimaya..." makarov mumbled softly. "i'll try not to vlad..." you mumbled against his neck, pistol almost slipping from your hand. with the alley coming into view, vladimir sped up, bolting through the doors to see his crew waiting patiently, the doors of the van open.

"ah, i see you got your cargo, sir." viktor teased, and makarov shot him a glare. huffing out a laugh, viktor lit up a cigar as makarov sat you down so you could rest. taking his pistol from you, he gave you a brief smile and you manage to smile back. "this will certainly send a message sir." viktor said, ruining you two's moment. makarov hummed distastefully, turning to offer 'alexei' his hand. "no," he started, shooting joseph's stomach and sending him toppling over. "this, will send a message." makarov corrected.

joseph's eyes stared at you, pleadingly, begging for your help and you only give him a sad smile. ignoring allen's gasps for air, makarov tapped the drivers shoulder as viktor closed the doors. the van took off with a bump, leaving joseph behind and you groan slightly, feeling lightheaded. viktor gave your shoulder a gentle, reassuring pat as yuri started to work on getting some makeshift bandages out of his shirt on you. makarov sat across from you, keeping an eye on you as the other two aided your aching wounds, pouring too much disinfectant onto a pad to clean the bullet wound on your arm.

he perked up slightly as you hiss with pain when yuri tightens the bandages a bit too much. "sorry.." yuri mumbled, fumbling to fix it. vladimir scolded him in russian, shooing the two away so he could fix it himself. shaking his head, makarov slowly eased his fingers under the bandages to adjust the padding, then loosened them so your arm could still breathe but stopped bleeding. "are you trying to cut off circulation?" he huffed, looking at yuri rather sternly. his right hand man shrank back a bit. "he was just trying to help, dorogoi. it's not his fault." you say softly, taking vladimir's hand gently. he hummed, his eyes softening as he grabbed the rest of the bandages so he could fix up your leg.

pressing the padding against your thigh, makarov silently sat between your legs as yuri and viktor spoke idly. you raised your other hand to gently pet vladimir's hair, watching him soften up completely as he hummed quietly. wrapping the bandages around your thigh, makarov's hands were gentle with you. when your eyelids drooped slightly, and your hand relaxed, he looked up at you and rested his hand on your cheek, urging you to stay awake silently. simply, you smile, leaning into his touch as he holds the bandages in place with his other hand.

eventually, your hand fell from his hair to his cheek, thumb gently rubbing an old scar. he gave you a gentle smile, enjoying the intimate times you two shared considering you didn't get many. moving his hand from your face, vladimir grabbed a safety pin so he could clip your bandages into place. your other hand came up to rest on his neck as he pulled you into a hug, ignoring viktor's teasing the two of you being cuddly. your thighs shifted against his waist as his arms tightened around you, a protective trait you saw often.

makarov pressed your foreheads together, closing his eyes to relish the moment. giving him a gentle kiss, you couldn't help but ask a question weighing your mind. "why did you come back for me?"

his eyes flutter open to look at you, "i couldn't bare the thought of leaving you to die." he shrugged, kissing you gently. "you could've gotten hurt though, died even. don't come back next time, moi sladkiy... you're too important." you frown. "don't say such things, malishka." vladimir frowned back, kissing you again. "i will always come back for you. always." he says between kisses.

"i love you, malishka..." makarov mumbles to you, pulling you impossibly closer. "i love you too, moi horoshiy." you reply with a smile. "i don't remember teaching you that one." he laughs as you press closer. practically in his lap, you hum with a smile. "i really do love you." he nods, "i know. don't ever think i'm not going to come back for you, you mean so much to me."

your smile saddens, your foreheads still pressed together as he continues to kiss you sweetly. "don't risk it all for me, malish, please." you say softly. vladimir only huffs. "hush. i will always, always come back for you. that's final. get some rest, krasotka." he says, his voice serious. "you're always so stubborn." you tease.

eventually, you drift off in vladimir's lap, listening to yuri and viktor argue playfully about what brand of cigarettes are worst. makarov simply rolls his eyes at the two's bickering, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck.

he really did love you, and will always reassure you that he will marry you once his goals have been achieved and russia is a better place. he can't risk anyone finding out, he can't lose you. this mission was too much than he can handle when it comes to his fear of losing you.

leaning back against the van's wall, he lets you sleep, taking off his gloves to gently comb his fingers through your hair as he leans his head against yours, whispering sweetly to you in russian as you stir slightly. your thighs are tight against his hips as you huddle closer, kissing his neck subconsciously. "15 minutes and we're home, my friends." the driver calls through from the front. makarov nods, cradling you against him as you whine, tightening your arms around his shoulders.

vladimir spends the next 15 minutes coddling you as you struggled to sleep, gently kissing you, petting your hair and rubbing your back or hip idly. your hands fell to his chest, holding onto his jacket as you tuck your head under his chin, holding onto him tightly. assuring you he was still there, vladimir pulled you up so you could wrap your legs around him without hurting yourself.

as the van came to a stop, viktor got up and carefully stepped over the two of you so he could open the doors whilst yuri gathered any guns and equipment. "need any help, sir?" viktor asked as makarov carefully got up as to not wake you any further. "no, i'm alright" he replied, letting yuri past before stepping out with you. "poor malishka, take care of her sir." viktor smiles as he helps yuri dump the weapons in a weapons crate. "don't worry, viktor. she's strong." makarov hummed as he kicked the van doors closed. "she risked her ass for us, she's definitely a keeper." yuri commented as he picked up his helmet, starting up his bike. "want a ride home, viktor?" he smiled, and viktor agreed.

with the two gone, vladimir entered his home with you still snug against his chest. carrying you upstairs, he carefully opened the bedroom door so he could lay you down on the bed. leaning down to do so, he felt your arms and legs tighten around him as you whine. "don't go, malish..." you whimper as makarov eases you off of him. "i'm just going over there to get changed, my love." he assures you, kissing your forehead as he lets you go and turns to get changed out of his blood stained suit.

with him dressed more casually, vladimir moved to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit so he could check your bullet holes and get you into proper bandages. he climbs onto the bed, sitting between your legs, kissing you gently. unclipping the safety pin on your arm, he unwinds the fabric and removing the padding. "sit up so i can get your jacket and shirt off, malishka." he says, taking your hands so he could help you up. allowing him to undress you carefully, you admire his charming face as he concentrates on cleaning the bullet hole. "the bullet is still in your arm, liybimaya..." makarov frowned, gently poking the metal. your breath hitches as he touches it, wrapping your uninjured arm around his neck for comfort out of habit.

picking up the tweezers, vladimir gently kissed you. "try not to tense up, malishka, this will hurt." he mumbled to you as the tweezers slipped into the hole. you whimper, blood slowly trailing down your arm as you bite your lip and try not to cry at the burning pain. "i'm sorry, krasotka, i know it hurts..." makarov mumbles to you gently. slowly easing the metal out of you, he gave it a gentle tug to get the rest of the long rifle bullet out. you hiss and press closer to him as he throws the bullet into a trashcan nearby, quickly stopping the bleeding and cleaning your wound.

"i'm sorry, dorogaya. it had to be done." he mumbled to you, pressing fresh padding against the bullet hole and bandaging you up. you nod, kissing his jaw gently as you turn to look at his handiwork. "at least it won't get infected now." you hum, shuffling back from him to lay down after he puts the safety pin into the fabric to hold it in place. he rids the old bandages on your thigh and helps you pull your pants off to clean the bullet wound. "this one went straight through, don't worry malishka." vladimir says as you stare at him lovingly, watching him work between your legs.

smut starts here, enjoy :) - ranch

once the second safety pin is clicked into place, you grab his arms gently to pull him over you and give him a sweet kiss. "i really did get lucky with you." you say with a smile when you pull away. he rolls his eyes and kisses you again, his hands gently rubbing your hips. humming softly, you wrap your legs around his waist as his tongue gently slips between your lips. your hands circle under his arms, your fingers gripping the back of his shirt as vladimir pulls your hips closer to him. breaking away from your sweet lips, he moves to your neck, nipping the skin there gently.

tilting your head to give him space to lick and bite at your neck, you teasingly rub your hips against his, feeling your boyfriend hum against your skin and tighten his grip on you. makarov pulled back to kiss you again, nipping your bottom lip. "are you sure, malishka? i don't want to hurt you.." he mumbles against your lips as you kiss him again with a desperate nod. taking your permission, he grinds his hips down onto yours, feeling you gasp sweetly into his mouth. your legs tighten around him as he continues his motions, one of his hands sliding up to gently rub your torso before resting on your face as he continues to abuse your lips with kisses.

you moan into his mouth, and vladimir swallows the noises hungrily, craving more as the fingers on his other hand slip underneath the waistband of a pair of his own boxers that you decided to steal. you smile softly, letting your tongue meet his as his fingers run over your clit. giving him another soft moan, you can't help but grind your hips up against his hand, pressing your faces together as you spread your legs for him. vladimir is smiling as he pleasures you, enjoying how he makes you moan and grasp at the back of his shirt. you whine against his skin as his fingers move to dip into you. makarov kissed your neck again, leaving another hickey behind as he moves up to your jaw.

"does that feel good, kiska?" he asks as two fingers slide against your walls. you whine out a moan and nod, your hands gently scratching down his back as he pushes his digits back into you. his skilled fingers continue to thrust into you as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. upon feeling your walls flutter around his middle and ring finger, makarov stretched you out as you moan out his name. eventually pulling out of you, vladimir pulled the boxers that hugged your hips down and gave you a gentle kiss when you whined at the lack of stimulation.

feeling you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants with needy hands, vladimir let you remove his pants with a bit of help and pulls your body flush against his as he kisses your neck and jaw again. his hips teasingly rubbed against yours as you huff. "quit teasing, vlad, please." you pout, kissing him as he smiles. "how could i say no to you." he replies, pushing his tip against your wet hole and your breath hitches expectingly.

slowly, makarov pushes into you, relishing your moan as you wrap your legs around him to try and get him to speed up. eventually, he's all the way in and you feel like you're going to burst from neediness. "patience is a virtue, kiska." he smiles, holding your hips in place. "you're the worst.." you whine, tugging his head down down to kiss him deeply. you knew he went weak when you kissed him so sweetly, and that's what happened. giving in to giving you what you want, he started to thrust, groaning as he felt you tighten up around his shaft.

you moan sweetly as his hips move to press back into yours, your walls practically swallowing him as he pulls out only to push in again halfway. "f-faster, moi horoshiy." you moan out, kissing his neck needily. he nods and speeds up his thrusts, humming softly as you sheath his cock nicely. your hands slip under his shirt as you scratch at his back, your own back arching as his calloused hands glide under you to unclip your bra. his teeth tease the skin of your left breast, suckling a dark mark onto your skin as your moans go straight to his dick, causing him to thrust into you harder.

your nails drag thin red lines down his pale back as you moan a bit louder. "fuck, vlad, please!" you beg aimlessly as he moves back up to kiss you and reply with a russian phrase you couldn't quite catch due to his heavy accent. one of makarov's fingers gently run circles over one of your nipples as he kisses you passionately. continuing to moan and whimper under him, you move one of your hands up to gently tug at his hair, causing him to hum sweetly into your mouth.

when vladimir pulls back, he pulls you up with him. you feel the cool wall press against your warm back, moaning when he dips his head to kiss your neck as he thrusts up into you. your panting sounds so sweet to vladimir as he licks a stripe up your neck just to feel you shudder. your arms are around his shoulders, pulling your boyfriend closer as he fucks into you desperately.

warmth is pooling in your stomach as vladimir speeds up his thrusts, his body effectively pinning you to the wall as he litters kisses all over your chest, neck and face. suckling dark marks onto his own neck, you gasp when his tip prods your g-spot, which has you seeing stars as you moan out his name. catching on to what he just did, vladimir keeps the angle and earns loud moans from you as you bite down on his shoulder.

"s-shit, moi horoshiy, right there please! i'm so close." you whine, your head tilting back and hitting the wall. to prevent it from happening again, vladimir's hand is cradling the back of your head as he kisses you sweetly, moaning into your mouth as your walls shudder around his dick. "i love you so much, kiska." he pants out, licking your neck again as he bites down and sucks another dark mark onto your skin.

too stimulated to reply, you whine and comb your fingers through his hair as you nuzzle into his neck, your other hand grasping makarov's shirt as his thrusts sent you over the edge. your hips stuttered against his as he slowed down to help you cum. you shuddered against him, humming sweetly as vladimir continued to thrust, slowly reaching his own climax.

he grips your hip hard enough to bruise with one hand, the other still cradling your head as makarov eventually cums. you hummed at the feeling of your boyfriend's seed roping into you, painting your already dripping walls. you sleepily kissing his neck as he lay down with you, not pulling out. vladimir kisses your head gently as he cradles you against his chest, mumbling to you softly in his mother tongue as your hands slip under his shirt and trace gentle shapes on his shoulder blades. makarov shivered at your gentle touch, kissing your temple softly. "i love you so much, kiska, you're everything to me." he whispers to you. "moi malishka..." he adds, still showering you with kisses. you smile sleepily as you meet his lips, combing your fingers through his hair. "i love you too, malish." you reply, kissing him again before he moves to kiss the hickeys and love bites on your neck and collarbones.

"ya by umer za tebya..." you mumble to him, hoping you pronounced it right. he looks at you, rather shocked. "i know i never taught you that." he says as he kisses your lips. "ne umiray za menya lyubov moya."

"no ya lyublyu tebya."

"togda ne." he states firmly. you pout, kissing him. "ya vsegda budu lyubit tebya, vlad."

"ya ne mogu poteryat tebya..."

"i love you, vlad. always."

he sighs, knowing his own stubbornness rubbed off on you.

"i love you too, malishka."

russian translation time babyyy:

im so sorry if these are wrong. 🥺

kiska: kitten

malishka: baby (or baby girl)

malish: baby

liybimaya: darling/my love

krasotka: gorgeous/beauty

dorogoi or dorogaya: darling/dear

moi sladkiy: my sweetness

moi horoshiy: my good boy (i thought it was funny but also sweet lol)

ya by umer za tebya: i will die for you.

ne umiray za menya lyubov moya: don't die for me my love.

no ya lyublyu tebya: but i love you.

togda ne: then don't.

ya vsegda budu lyubit tebya, vlad: i will always love you, vlad.

ya ne mogu poteryat tebya: i can't lose you.

if you made it this far i fucking love you im sorry this was so long 🥺

#vladimir makarov #vladimir makarov x reader #makarov x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 remastered #set during no russian #i love him #i love him too much #its scary lol #anyway #have fun yall #also!#i don't condone his actions #i just think his character is neat 🥺#🥺👉👈

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ranchlicker · 4 years

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HI!! I just read the Makarov BF Head canons and i’m like !!!!! YES !!! you’re so accurate when it comes to Makarov!! hmm can we get some Head canons on his s/o becoming pregnant?! omg I just KNOW he would be protective asf!! your thoughts ?

Sorry for the late response ;A;

Aaay, thanks! Glad you enjoyed the headcanons ;u;

Heck yes! Here’s some hcs on Vladimir about to become a father 💗💗💗

When you told him the news, he didn't know how to react at first.

Did he hear right?

You were pregnant?

With his child?

He was going to be a father?

Even he isn't immune to acting dumb upon learning such important news. You may see him space out for a few minutes, trying to process what you just told him.

His face shows a stony expression all the while, but it doesn't really reflect his true emotions.

The truth is Vladimir is a mess on the inside. There are so many thoughts running through his head at that moment that he doesn't know what to say.

He didn't expect that. He'd always been careful to use protection with his partners. Still, it might have slipped from his mind on some occasion when you two were intimate, after being separated for so long.

It's not like he didn't want to be a father with you at some point. It was a fact that he wanted a family and you’d both talked about it before, but the timing of your pregnancy wasn't the best.

Actually it was the worst timing possible.

Vladimir still had much to do before he could even think about settling down. He had to get Vorshevsky out of the way before he was able to seize power in the government. He was close to setting his plans into motion at long last to become the ruler of a new and stronger Russia.

Soon you wouldn't have to hide anymore. You wouldn't have to live a secret life together in the shadows. He’d finally give you the place you deserved, by his side, and lay the world at your feet.

But how could he completely focus on his goals now that his child was on the way?

Before he always worried about keeping you safe and out of harm's way. Now he has to worry 1000x because a little life is growing inside of you.

A life he helped create. His own blood.

The stakes are too high. He can't make any mistakes. A single one would cost him everything he treasures. Everything he's fought for. The greatest ambition of a lifetime.

"Are you not happy?" you ask him, with a dejected expression and he can’t bear the thought that he’s made you sad again.

His ambitions are an important part of his life, and he knows that many times he’s relegated you to second place, but he’s always said to himself that in the end it would all be worth it: the times you were separated, longing to be in each other’s arms; the times you cried alone, uncertain and fearful; the sleepless nights you spent hoping and praying that he would be safe. Praying for the salvation of his soul so he wouldn’t burn in hell.

His goals aren’t an end anymore. They’ve become a means. He wants it all but he wants you to be there to bear witness to the chapter of greatness that he will write down in history. He wants your name to be marked along with his.

You’re the most precious treasure he possesses. If something were to happen to him, he dreads to think what would become of you... and the child.

He cannot die. Not when he’s so close to realizing his dreams.

But should the worst happen, he wants to make sure that you two will be safe. Vladimir needs to make preparations for that eventuality even if he’s willing to go to great lengths to defeat his enemies. If he has to burn everything down to the ground just so he comes out on top, then so be it.

His immediate concern is keeping both you and the baby safe. He can’t allow his foes to take advantage of his greatest weakness. Come what may, he won’t let anyone hurt you.

Right then he knows he’s capable of anything for that child. He’ll conquer the world for them.

Vladimir holds your face gently in his hands and gives you a tender kiss on the forehead.

“I am happy,” he says as he presses you against him, resting his cheek on your hair, “and it is all because of you.”

Prepare for overprotective Vladimir. He’s always been that way but now that you’re pregnant he’ll be 100000x more fussy when it comes to you. Whenever he’s around, at least.

“You should be having a rest”, “don’t go lifting heavy weights”, “wear warmer clothes”, “remember to eat more fiber”, “don’t use too hot water to bathe, it might hurt our child”, “stay hydrated”, “don’t forget your folic acid pills”, “I’m afraid there is no coffee for you... and no wine, either”, “don’t go standing for too long”.

Heaven forbid you do any housework. That’s unacceptable, even when you’ve never minded doing some chores and grew up perfectly capable of taking care of yourself

“For the love of God... I’m pregnant, not sick.”

“Are you seriously pouring all that bottle of sunscreen on me? I only wanted to sit outside under the shade of the trees...”

“What is it, then? Being stuck in bed all day or doing exercise? You can’t have it both ways, Vova”

“I’m wondering as of late if you’re my husband or my mom...”

However, Vladimir is usually away taking care of his business. He’d love to stay and enjoy your pregnancy together, but it’s better that way for your own safety.

Keeps your pregnancy a secret. Only a selected few (usually those he trusts to look after you when he’s away) know about it.

When he’s away, he calls you all the time to inquire on your well-being and the baby’s. Keeps being mother hen over the phone, much to your annoyance. He can’t help it, though. Vladimir misses you two so damn much that he’s counting down the minutes until he can see you again.

Whenever he has the chance to visit, he’s all over you and you’re so overjoyed that he’s back even if it is for a little while.

Your tummy is bigger each time he sees you and part of him feels terrible that he can’t be with you throughout it all.

It won’t have to be that way for too long.

At night he will spoon you and sleep with a hand on your belly, hoping to feel the baby move.

You can’t see it, but there’s a tiny smile on his face when it happens.

That's his child. His.

The continuity of his legacy.

His greatest achievement.

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ranchlicker · 4 years

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𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕖𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕟/𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕪

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: (𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤) - 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞. (𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤)

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙𝟚𝟟𝟙

panting, the crew slumped at their makeshift camp, silence washing over the battlefield as the zombies calmed to a stop. the silence before the storm. snow fluttered down around their fire, melting slowly at the heat. takeo was exhausted, being a smaller man with less energy than nikolai. edward rummaged through the pack they had found, finding a canister of water and wordlessly passing it over to the japanese man. takeo thanked him, taking a gulp of water before passing it to nikolai after he whined about not sharing. "so, do you mind giving us the rundown on what the fuck is happening." dempsey asked, his eyes falling onto the doctor. "i... hm.." he hummed distastefully. "i feel it may be too confusing."

nikolai grumbled, "are you calling us dumb?" he seethed. "no, no! of course not, its just a mind boggling story." he quickly smoothed it over, and takeo nodded understandingly.

"here, why dont we get to know each other? y'know, considering we're gonna be working together from now on." dempsey shrugged, taking the water from nikolai to gulp some down. "hm... alright." takeo smiled, and dempsey smiled back.

richtofen did not expect them to get along ad well as they are now, so he agreed. "okay, okay, so here's how its gonna work. we'll start with nik, and work our way to richtofen asking each other questions. for example when it's my turn, i'll ask all of you a single question. got it?" dempsey said as he sat up properly interested in his peers. nikolai smiled, "sounds great, we may get some information out of the german." he joked. "good luck!" richtofen chuckled before quickly turning to grab a spare bottle of alcohol.

"oh hoh hoh! he's been holding out on us!" nikolai laughed, reaching over to snatch the bottle. richtofen shrugged. "i may of been." he smiled smugly as richtofen flicked the cap off and took a huge gulp, smiling at the familiar burn.

"okay, okay! so, richtofen.." he started as he lowered the bottle to pass to takeo, who didn't take a sip and passed it straight to dempsey. the german hummed, looking at the russian. "what made you decide to be a doctor?"

edward hummed. "being born into a higher class family has ups and downs, on the upside you don't have to worry about much that the lower class do, but on the other side you have to be forced into careers you don't necessarily want to do.. i'm alright with it now, i just felt pressured by my parents to follow their rules." he shrugged as he refused the alcohol and gestured for dempsey to pass the bottle back to nikolai.

nikolai hummed, "interesting." he noted, and takeo finally piped up. "so you didn't want to be a doctor?" he asked, his head cocked slightly to the side. "at first no, but i reminded myself that doctors can help people. it's not that bad honestly." he shrugged with a small smile and takeo nodded. "a honourable decision, deciding to help people instead of changing your course." he smiled.

"alright!" dempsey piped up, accepting the alcohol from takeo once again considering the japanese man didn't want to drink in that moment (edward didn't blame him, hangovers are the worst.) "nik, next question for whoever else."

the russian nodded. "well, considering you're speaking... dempsey, have a girl at home?" he smiled teasingly. "fuck off." the american laughed, "and no, i don't. i'm not all for cutesy relationships. sure i'll have sex but i've never been in love." dempsey shrugged before turning the tables. "how 'bout yourself? you got someone back home?" he quirked a brow, sipping the vodka. nikolai fell silent, watching the fire burn at the sticks they salvaged. "... not anymore, no. she was killed during the war alongside my brother."

the group fell silent, looking at the russian. "well i'm sorry for your loss..." dempsey shuffled awkwardly as nikolai took another gulp of the alcoholic beverage. "eh, it's fine. she's not suffering." he managed to smile, and takeo patted the russians shoulder softly.

richtofen coughed awkwardly, "on that note, we should probably sleep. we have a lot to do tomorrow." the doctor said as the other three nodded. "yeah, the german's right, we should get some shut eye. we can get to know each other more the next time we have downtime." dempsey nodded. edward hummed distastefully, "I do have a name, but i agree, perhaps another time we shall continue this session." he said as nikolai passed him the now empty bottle of what was vodka. "oh yeah? if you want me to use your name it'll cost." dempsey teased, giving richtofen a nudge.

rolling his eyes, richtofen ushered them to settle down as he extinguished the fire safely. "should one of us keep watch?" takeo asked, still sitting up as he watched the embers die out. "no no, i sleep very lightly, i'll ensure to wake you all up if something were to happen." richtofen smiled, and the warrior nodded, settling down so he was back to back with nikolai.

richtofen lay down on a spare jacket he found in one of the ruined bunkers, most of the snow had melted away from the warmth of the fire but it was still damp and cold underneath him. as he slowly dozed off, dempsey shifted slightly so he was next to the doctor. "hey..." he whispered softly. "hm? what's wrong dempsey?" the german asked quietly, rolling over to face him. "aren't you gonna be cold?" dempsey questioned, touching richtofen's cold arm to test his temperature. "we can't have you dying of... what was it? hyper-thermo-something?"

edward laughed, managing to stifle it behind his hand. "you mean hypothermia, dempsey." he corrected, smiling at his new teammate. "that's the one!" tank laughed quietly. "i'm always cold, mein fruend. don't worry, i'm not that bothered by it anymore." he explained. "hold on." tank said as he unzipped his coat. "oh, you don't have to give me your-"

"get in." the american said as he held open his rather large coat. "pardon?" edward blinked, stifling more laughter. "my jacket's big enough for the both of us, it'll keep us both warm!" dempsey smiled rather innocently. "we're stuck with each other now so what's it gonna hurt?"

edward smiled and rolled his eyes as he shifted closer to the american. tank zipped up his jacket around both of them and richtofen snorted. "this feels dumb." he giggled, resting his forehead against dempsey's shoulder as he bit his lip to prevent anymore giggles. "you're dumb! this is genius. we're both gonna be warm now!" tank smiled brightly, his arms subconsciously wrapping around the german's waist to hold his cold body against the armerican's own. "well, danke. i'm sure we both won't freeze to death now."

"no problemo! 'danke' does mean thanks, right?" tank asked, and richtofen nodded to confirm it. "ah, okay. you should teach us some german, i think that will be cool." dempsey shrugged. "maybe another time, dempsey, for now we need rest." the german smiled sleepily against his shoulder. "aww, but-" "no buts, tank. sleep." edward said as he poked the american's side. "fiiine. can i at least tell you a story?" tank asked, and richtofen laughed through his nose. "i suppose you could if it means you'll go to sleep."

"alright! okay, so..." dempsey started as richtofen slowly started to drift off with a smile as the american droned on about four people meeting during the war and kicking zombie ass. for once, edward felt warm. he certainly knew how to pick partners.

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