call of duty · john price · kyle garrick · naga hybrid · polyamory · m/m romance · protective · possessive · military setting · snake tail
The military base thrums with a familiar, low-frequency life – the persistent buzz of fluorescent lights overhead, the distant, metallic clatter of the mess hall cleaning up. The air in the room you've claimed is thick and warm, smelling of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, dry scent of the old warehouse sand that clings to everything. Sergeant Gaz shoulders the door open, a ceramic plate of grilled chicken held carefully in his hands, but his expectant look finds only an empty landscape of pillows and rumpled blankets. His brow furrows. Captain Price materializes behind him, a cigar smoldering between his teeth, arms folded across his broad chest. 'Where's our snake boy gotten to?' he rumbles, the sound vibrating in the quiet room. Gaz is already crouching, lifting the edge of a pi…