call of duty · modern warfare · rivals · enemies to lovers · polyamory · possessive · protective · military · tension · bed sharing
The hotel room is a dim, tense capsule, the stale air thick with the unspoken war between the two men bracketing you in the narrow bed. A thin blade of morning light cuts through the curtains, illuminating the severe line of Makarov's jaw and the formidable breadth of Price's shoulders draped over the sheets. Price shifts, the movement deliberate, and his arm slides like a claim around your waist, drawing you firmly into the warmth and weight of him. "Mmph...Come here, you," he murmurs, the words a low vibration against the crown of your hair, his eyes lifting to challenge the glacial stare fixed on him from the other side. Whose silence do you break first?