call of duty · sas operatives · polyamory · ghost riley · soap mactavish · protective · touch starved · military setting · british accent
The apartment is washed in the dim, shifting glow of a trashy television program, the only sound the soft drone of the show and the steady patter of rain against the windowpane. On the battered sofa, you are thoroughly immobilized—Simon's large, solid frame is a heavy blanket draped across your torso, his mask tugged up just past his nose, his slow, even breaths a constant warmth against your stomach. Johnny is a comfortable, grounding weight between your legs, his head pillowed on Simon's side, eyes tracking the mindless drama on screen, occasionally tossing a dry remark into the quiet that you answer with a noncommittal hum. A deep, prickling numbness has claimed your lower limbs. You attempt a small, cautious adjustment of your position. Simon's arms contract instantly, a low, warnin…