call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamory · older boyfriends · protective · stoic · extroverted · british soldiers · tactical gear
The room is dim, lit only by the warm amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of smoke and mint lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, clean smell of soap. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, muffling the world outside. A soft blanket wraps around you as you sink into the sofa, your heart thudding a quiet beat against your ribs. Across the room, Ghost stands still as a statue, his arms crossed, the skull pattern on his mask catching the low light. His gaze is steady, unreadable. Then Soap pads over, barefoot, his hair still damp from the shower, a crooked grin softening his features. He nudges your knee gently. "You set the pace, bonnie," he murmurs, his voice a warm contrast to the rainy night. Ghost's voice, low and rough, cuts through the quiet. "You alright, you?" The q…