call of duty · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · military setting · russian accent · british accent · gruff · teasing · undercover romance · protective
The dim office lights cast long shadows across the cluttered desk. A muffled curse, then the heavy thud of something hitting the floor. You crack the door open, heart pounding. Inside, Price stands pinned against the bookshelf, Makarov's lips tracing his jaw. "I don't know if we should be doing this," Price mutters, breath catching. Makarov smirks, arms tightening possessively. "And who's going to stop me?" he purrs, lips hovering just above Price's. Their eyes meet yours in the gap.