#andrei nolan cod

[mak-writes]

Makarov who sleeps in Nolan's arms, on his lap, surrounded by the man on almost all sides, thoroughly caged in. Safe.

Nolan who curls himself around Makarov when he sleeps, who will punch (or stab if a knife is in reach) someone for getting too close to them when Makarov is vulnerable like that.

Recruit who tried to wake his superiors up and ended up with a broken nose </3

[httpyurivolkov]

Guys do we think Nolan is hairy or nah

[lialucis]

@tacticalmarten @undeadbolt have y'all seen this bullshit??? They took away his Konni patches, and yes the Ryden is very teeeny tiny in his big paws.

[d3k4z-bl00d]

I need more andrei nolan and nikto shit this isn't fair ☹️

Anyways maybe I'll start a new fic with könig idk I have mega writers block (and artblock 😓😓)

[mak-writes]

Makarov with explosive, hot anger. It comes in bursts, starting quickly with zero warning, coming over him in waves, he lashes out and screams loud. He throws things, often at people, shoots things if he can't throw them, he just breaks whatever he can.

Andrei has to stop him sometimes, remind him that what he's about to break is important or something he likes, sometimes he holds him back from attacking people if their life is important (for the mission).

Makarov's anger is quick to start and just as quick to end, often with him sitting down, resting his head on the desk or in his hands. Silent, tired. Makarov doesn't talk much after an outburst, he just sits to himself watching Andrei clean up whatever or whoever he'd broken this time.

In contrast, Andrei's anger is calm, cold. There's a slow build up to it, rarely ever do you get a warning before he's already on you. He doesn't throw things, he breaks people. His anger is not easy to stirr, only coming when his Komandir is being insulted or attacked, yet once it starts it does not stop.

Makarov doesn't try to stop him either, he enjoys watching it. He knows Andrei would never turn that anger, that violence, on him, so he watches with amusement and glee. He enjoys seeing Andrei's victims squirm. He enjoys the fear they show.

Andrei does not. His anger ends slow too, yet once he is calm he is often filled with regret. Shaming himself for losing control, upset he even allowed himself to feel. He sometimes begs Makarov for forgiveness, other times he just sits and wallows in his thoughts.

[mak-writes]

Makarov lets out a small breath as he awoke, his eyes remaining closed, half asleep still. He can feel Nolan rubbing against him, his stomach covered in a puddle of cum, a still hard cock thrusting between his thighs.

He hummed quietly, opening one eye. "How long've you been at that?.." he asks, accent thicker, voice quiet. Nolan doesn't reply, letting out low groan as he cums yet again all over Makarov's abdomen and stomach.

He's panting, his face red, sweat practically dripping off him. Makarov watches him for a moment then closes his eyes, relaxing once more. "Just.. clean me up after.." he mumbles, falling back asleep easily. Safe, comfortable.

[mak-writes]

I imagine Makarov has many different tactics for getting what he wants. Violence of course, but also manipulation. Words can get you a lot, after all. I like to think he keeps this up always, though. Never quite honest or real with those around him. Forever guarded.

He has perfected a fake smile, one almost deceptively innocent, even the shine in his eyes is fake. His true emotions masked as easily as one would put on a article of clothing. He doesn't break his act for anything or anyone.

Not even the other Konni soldiers get a true look at him. That is reserved for one man and one man only; Andrei Nolan.

Nolan has been there for his rare moments of weakness. Moments where he is consumed by the emotions he keeps down so well, moments where he doesn't know what to do. Where he lashes out without thinking.

He trusts Nolan with his secret without even realising it, his guard lowered only when the two are alone. His mask finally pulled off only when he and Nolan are intertwined, holding one another close, protecting each other from the world outside their small room.

[mak-writes]

Nolan continued to pace his room as the hours ticked by, eventually coming to the conclusion that Makarov was pissed at him. He called for this "date" so he could lecture him and then kill him. This was Nolan's final meal.

It only made his anxiety grow. What had he done wrong? Was it the mission? He swore it had gone well.. maybe Makarov didn't think so..

Nolan's eyes flitted over to his clock, realising the time. It was getting late. Makarov did say "tonight". He'd be angry if Nolan was late.. angrier, anyways. So, Nolan grabbed some clean clothes, getting dressed clumsily and leaving to meet Makarov. He wasn't sure if the man actually wanted him to meet him, or if he was supposed to wait, but he figured it might be safer to do so. Just in case.

Outside the office, Nolan took a deep breath, coming to terms with the fact that this was it. This was his end. He had served his purpose and now Makarov was going to throw him away over a meal of steak and wine. With that final thought, Nolan knocked on the door.

The only response he got was a short grunt, convincing him to open the door. Inside, Makarov stood, looking over himself in the reflection of the window, brushing his hair down with his hand. He was dressed nicely, in one of his more expensive suits, all black and grey, with a simple red tie to match.

When he looked over at Nolan his brows furrowed, his face dusted red with what Nolan could only guess was rage.

"..Komandir?" Nolan spoke, his voice more hesitant than he'd like. "You said we were having a date?" He added, looking down at his boots. He felt underdressed now, only wearing some casual black joggers and a white vest with a jacket over the top. He looked stupid compared to Makarov.

"oh, yes. Come, Andrei" Makarov spoke, his voice had a weird tone to it, something Nolan couldn't place. Nonetheless, he nodded, following his Komandir out the office.

The two arrived later at a fancy restaurant, one Makarov had rented out almost completely so they would have privacy. It only served to prove Nolan's point. He was going to be killed. Makarov wanted no witnesses. It also confused him though, why go through all the effort just for him? Makarov usually just shot the poor fuckers and got it over with. This was odd.

Makarov kept glaring at him too, his face flushed bright red, he kept shifting in his chair, occasionally looking away. It made him more nervous, he'd never seen Makarov like this before.

The whole dinner was awkward in Nolan's opinion, he spent most of the time watching Makarov's hands, waiting for him to reach for his gun. Makarov made small talk and asked him weird questions, he tried to answer to the best of his ability but he had a feeling his anxiety was showing.

Makarov kept glaring at him too, seemingly getting angrier as time passed. Nolan still wasn't sure what he did wrong...