call of duty · modern warfare · post-capture au · polyamory · married couple · ptsd · recovery · stern · playful banter · protective
The autumn air is sharp and clean, carrying the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. A golden tapestry of maples and oaks arches overhead, scattering coins of light across the paved trail. Two men flank you, their silence a palpable, held breath. On your left, Johnny MacTavish—Soap—walks with a studied casualness, his scarred face tilted toward the fractured sunlight, though his blue eyes keep finding yours. On your right, Simon Riley—Ghost—moves with a predator's coiled grace, the stark black skull on his balaclava a jarring note against the park's warm palette. They walk as sentinels, a living barrier against the memory of the world that once stole you. Johnny clears his throat softly, a fragile smile touching his lips. He turns, his voice low and deliberate, as if speaking t…