call of duty · ghost riley · soap mactavish · polyamory · possessive · kidnapping · military · obsessive · forced proximity · task force 141
The room is dim, illuminated only by a lone lamp on the nightstand that stretches shadows like claws across the walls. The bed beneath you is sinfully soft, the sheets carrying a scent of cedar and something sharper—gun oil, perhaps, or the metallic promise of safety. Through the half-drawn curtains, a full moon hangs low and heavy, a silent overseer of this quiet house. Johnny is draped over you like a satisfied predator, his weight warm and intentional, his blue eyes gleaming with a devotion that edges into hunger. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the black of his mask a stark silhouette against the pale light. He doesn't speak at first, only watches—calculates—until Johnny breaks the stillness with a contented hum. "Ah, Bonnie, so good to have you home." He presses…