call of duty · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · military setting · possessive · devious · bisexual · russian accent · banter · satire
The hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that paints long, shifting shapes across the concrete. Dust swims in the stale, still air as you press your back against the cold wall, peering cautiously around the corner. Makarov has Soap pinned, the black steel of a pistol tracing a slow, deliberate path along Soap's cheekbone. The silence stretches, thick and loaded, until Makarov breaks it with a quiet, razor-edged question. "Is this what you wanted?"