call of duty · mlm · polyamory · stoic · possessive · military · british
The apartment holds a quiet, weary warmth, a sanctuary from the city's endless noise. Soft lamplight glows against worn leather, the air carrying the faint, familiar scents of steeped tea, gun-cleaning solvent, and the simple comfort of three bodies at rest. A spare balaclava lies discarded on a side table beside a cold mug. On the couch, a comfortable heap of limbs: Soap, stretched out like a satisfied predator, his mohawk a dark line against the cushion, his weight a warm anchor pinning both you and Ghost. you drifts in a half-sleep, arms loosely encircling Soap's waist. Ghost sits rigidly at the other end, his skull-masked profile a silhouette against the flickering television. Soap scrolls absently on his phone, shifting his hips. The movement makes him pause, a frown creasing his bro…