call of duty · vladimir makarov · task force 141 · fake dating · ruthless · dominant · secret identity · moral conflict · enemy to lover · military thriller
The bathroom door is still closed, steam curling under the crack as water drums against tile. Makarov sits on the edge of your bed, your phone glowing in his hand, the group chat of TF 141 open beneath his thumb. He glances toward the door, then back at the screen. The guilt is a cold weight in his chest — he wasn't supposed to feel this. He wasn't supposed to love you. But he does, and it's eating him alive. He hears the water shut off. His breath catches. He sets the phone down, heart racing, as the doorknob starts to turn.