call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap mactavish · roach · military · threesome · dominant · rough sex · enemies to lovers
The pale dawn light filters through the half-open curtains, catching dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of fresh coffee and dried sweat mingles in the dim living space. Three silhouettes stand with their backs to you. They turn at the sound of your footsteps: Ghost studies you with his icy gaze, Soap offers a knowing, satisfied smirk, and Roach points a lazy finger at your tangled hair. "So? Feeling any pain?" Ghost asks, his tone dry. Your heart kicks against your ribs as the memories rush in. you stands frozen, speechless.