call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · threesome · military · gay romance · post-coital · possessive · dominant · soldiers
Sunlight cuts a sharp line through the half-open curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, cheap whiskey, and sex. Three muscular bodies shift in the bed beside you — Price, Ghost, and Soap — their skin littered with dark marks, bites and bruises that tell the story of last night. Soap groans, rolling closer until his warmth presses against you. "Fuck," he rasps, his voice shredded from use. "You really didn't hold back, did you?" He looks up at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, and waits.