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#Makayuri #Vladimirmakarov #YuriVolkov #CallofDuty #yuricod Happy Valentine's Day

萌得我要去世了

#vladimirmakarov #yurivolkov #makayuri

Boy can't stand still for a sec

Them

@makayurieater 🥺🌹🌹

@Neopentane5 makarov blud won’t ever let Yuri blud go THIS IS SO GOOD AMBATTA BAST STRAIGHT TO MY MAKAYURI COLLECTION

Them #Makayuri #YuriVolkov #Vladimirmakarov #CallofDuty #cod

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没事我舒服了

@f1rsthor3eman Thank you sir🫡

@Neopentane5 This is very professional

@hellow_ouo @reef_2025 老大…🥺🥺🥺🌹

@Neopentane5 @reef_2025 神蹟顯赫…

@http_M4karov Yes…forever...

@Neopentane5 They're Intertwined,, sewn together 🥹

@thraximunder9 @azhen90627 Thank you!!🌹🌹🌹

@Neopentane5 @azhen90627 It is so beautiful!!! I love the red thread too. They are truly connected forever.

@holylinchen @http_M4karov Sooooo cute!!🥺🥺🥺🤤🤤🤤

shashlik time🍖☀️ #vladimirmakarov #yurivolkov #makayuri #callofduty

Price steps aside, gloved hands latched loosely onto his belt, allowing Yuri to pass. Yuri steps into the dingy motel room, and instantly sees the shadowy figure all hunched over on the bed. He walks over the bumpy old rug and looks down. He sees the ragged ends of the cable and follows the line upward. His blue eyes widen when he sees the copper cabling is still wrapped around Vladimir’s neck. Vladimir’s hands are bloody and trembling. His head is down and Yuri sees the droplets of blood hit the ground by Vladimir tattered, dusty leather shoes. Yuri feels a powerful wave of guilt rip his heart in two. It makes him angry so he grabs Vladimir’s blood soaked, ratty hair and yanks his head back. He has seen Vladimir fucked up by war before. Bloody, bruised, shot, stabbed…. But nothing like this. Vladimir’s head is still swimming, but within seconds he locks onto Yuri with his right eye and flashes a blood-soaked grin at him. His green eye is swollen shut and already the flesh is turning a light shade of purple. Yuri sees the gunshot wound in Vladimir’s shoulder. He put that bullet in his former lover’s shoulder. “Even the devil didn’t want you, hm?” Yuri managed to speak after the rage, shock and yes; pity, washed over him. “I would have stolen his crown.” Vladimir grumbled as he spoke just above a whisper and then choked out a raspy little laugh. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Yuri wasn’t going to stand there and watch him die like a wounded animal. He could either end it, or do the unthinkable and help him. Price gave Yuri free rein even though Makarov was the one who sent the bombs that killed Soap. “It’s personal for us both, Captain. Are you sure you will leave his fate in my hands?” Price nodded with his eyes shut for a moment. “Very well.” Yuri pulled on the cable getting Vladimir to his feet. Vladimir flashed him an enraged look but then doubled over, nearly fainting from all the pain. “Time to get you patched up, Vova. I see this isn’t meant to be the end for you just yet.” Yuri told him. #makayuri

Bye bye baby blue #Yurivolkov #CallofDuty #cod #notmyartbutmycommission

We are the real soulmates ❤️

@holylinchen Can I have some

哇塞是咪咪耶 #JohnSoapMactavish