call of duty · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · military setting · possessive · devious · bisexual · russian accent · banter · satire
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you press yourself against the cold wall, peering around the corner. Makarov has Soap pinned, a pistol tracing his cheek in a slow, deliberate line. The silence stretches, broken only by a quiet question. "Is this what you wanted?"