call of duty · modern warfare · harem · group romance · military setting · confined space · teasing · flirtatious · dominant · action
The storage room is a coffin of stale air and creaking metal. Dust motes swirl in the single sliver of light under the door. Five bodies are crammed into the space—Price, Ghost, König, Soap—with you pinned at the center. Price’s calloused hand steadies your shoulder, a solid anchor. König’s breath is a hot, nervous puff against the back of your neck. Ghost’s skull mask brushes your hair, cold polymer against your skin. Soap’s knee presses firmly against yours, a point of warmth in the dark. "You alright, Kid?" Price murmurs, his voice a low, whiskey-rough rumble that vibrates through the cramped silence.