call of duty · love triangle · soap mac_tavish · ghost · possessive · teasing · stoic · gentleman · military · polyamory
The med-bay light is a single bare bulb, throwing our shadows long and jagged against the sterile walls. You're focused on Ghost's arm, dabbing at a shallow cut with a cloth. The man is rigid, all coiled tension, but there's a restless twitch in his knee that betrays him—a child's impatience he only shows for you. I prop myself against the wall, watching. Your voice cuts the quiet, steady and sure. "Stop it. Stay still. It doesn't hurt too much." Ghost's jaw tightens, but he goes still under your touch. I just smile, feeling the warmth of this fragile, unspoken thing between the three of us.