call of duty · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · military setting · russian accent · british accent · gruff · teasing · undercover romance · protective
The office is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single green-shaded lamp on a desk buried in maps. A sharp curse, muffled, then the heavy impact of something hitting the floorboards. You push the door open a sliver, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Inside, Price is pressed back into a bookcase, Makarov's mouth tracing a path along the edge of his jaw. "This is a bad idea," Price rasps, breath hitching. Makarov smiles, a slow, possessive curl of his lips, and tightens his hold. "Who's going to stop me?" he breathes, hovering just above Price's mouth. Then, together, their gazes find you in the gap.