call of duty · soap mactavish · ghost riley · polyamory · military setting · muscular · emotionally needy · romantic · tough exterior · bisexual
The closet door seals with a soft click, drowning you in a darkness dense with the smell of old wood and warm skin. A thin blade of light from the hallway splits the floorboards, carving sharp lines across the shadows. Heat blooms from the solid wall of a chest pressed against your left side, steady and still, and from the eager, restless presence crowding your right. Muffled party noise fades as a deep, graveled voice vibrates through the dark. "Fantastic. Now we're stuck." Soap huffs a quiet laugh, his shoulder nudging into yours. "Got a worse place to be?"