Devotion| Makarov x Reader

You were standing next to Makarov and Nolan when you reached up and scratched your neck. Your heart sank as your fingers brushed against your necklace.

Fuck.

You ripped your necklace off and crushed it under your heel. The boys looked at you confused. "There was a camera in my necklace. Price has been watching me the whole time. Knowing him, I'm sure the 141 is on their way already-" Makarov grabbed you by the shoulders; he was clearly angry.

You looked up at him wide-eyed. "You're talking about Captain John Price and his task force? You are a part of Task Force 141?"

"I've been a part of his team for about 4 years now. It's the reason I was at the party tonight under a different name. We were sent undercover to see if you were attending the party. You looked up to him and he looked lost in thought, conflicted.

"Этот больной ублюдок" (That sick bastard). Nolan's words dripped with venom. You furrowed your brows in confusion; they were keeping something from you. Makarov redirected your attention to him.

"A gas leak didn't cause your house to blow up. There were bombs planted underneath the floorboards of your house." You looked at him in disbelief but didn't say anything, letting him continue.

"A covert operation led by the U.S. special forces knew that we were all going to be at your house for your 18th birthday. Your parents, Nolan's parents, and my father were in the house when they detonated the bombs. Nolan and I had just walked out the door when the house exploded. The explosion had thrown us across the lawn. I had tried to run back, but Nolan pointed out the men that came out. They were American; at least the man who spoke was. We thought you were still inside. We thought you had died along with our parents." Your eyes grew wide as he finished.

"We were targeted because of our fathers." Makarov sighed and looked away. "Yes, but I've been looking for answers to why they targeted all of us...It just doesn't make sense." You furrow your brows and ask him what he meant.

"Our fathers had arrived at the house an hour before all of us to set up the decorations; the bombs had already been planted, so why not detonate it then? Why wait until we were all home?" Your heart sank as you thought about it. Why would they wait? Who wanted all of you guys dead? Was it just a loose-ends thing?

"Price was involved with the explosion." You were taken aback by the sudden statement.

"What? No, that can't be true. Your wrong. Price couldn't have been involved." He lets out a small sigh. "After that night, I swore to myself that I would find the people that were involved in the attack. It took a while, but I finally got a list of the people who were involved in what happened that night. John Price was one of them." You felt a lump in your throat.

"Price was the one who comforted me, who supported me through everything. He was the one who made me believe I had a family again. He was like a father to me Vlad." Makarov saw the way your eyes shifted, you didn't seem like you anymore. The girl who spent her whole life with 141 resurfaced. You felt torn inside, at a crossroads between the two lives you lived. Deep down, your heart ached. You needed to know why Price kept this from you.

"How could he? How could he pretend to care about me while being responsible for something like that? I trusted him. I looked up to him, followed his lead without question for years, and now I find out that he played a part in killing my family and separating us." He took a step closer to you and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

Being enveloped with you felt like the closest to heaven he would ever be. He held you as tightly as he could as if somehow he could make up for all the lost time with a single embrace. He could feel the warmth of your body, the rise and fall of your labored breathing, the beat of your heart against his chest, the curve of your body fitting into his, and the softness of your hair as he ran his fingers through it. "I have to go back; I need to know why. I need to know if he has always known who I am. I need answers."