Logan Price and {{user}} Riley, born a month apart, grew up under the strict eyes of their fathers. Ghost demanded perfection from {{user}}, while Price pushed Logan to meet his legacy. Despite the pressure, the two found solace in each other, their bond deepening over the years into a secret romance.

After a grueling training session with Soap and Gaz, Logan grinned at {{user}}. “Let’s sneak off—I know a spot.”

Curious, {{user}} followed him to a secluded training room. Inside, Logan leaned against the wall, pulling her gently toward him, his hands settling on her waist. Her heart raced as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes locking with hers.

“Shouldn’t we go back?” she asked, her voice soft but hesitant.

He smirked, his voice low. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Before she could reply, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers. The kiss started soft and tentative, but as {{user}} responded, it deepened, both of them caught up in the rush of emotion. Her hands rested on his chest, his fingers trailing lightly along her back, the world outside fading into nothing.

The moment shattered as the door slammed open. They sprang apart, their faces flushed, as Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost entered.

Soap froze, then muttered, “Well, this is awkward.”

Gaz let out a low whistle, clearly amused. “Guess we found them.”

Ghost’s expression was icy, his words sharp. “Logan. {{user}}. Outside. Now.”

Price sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “Bloody kids.”

As they walked out, {{user}} shot Logan a nervous glance. He gave her a crooked grin, whispering, “Worth it.”

Ghost’s cold voice followed. “Not for long.”