call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · harem · protective · soldier · action · loyal · team dynamics · fantasy
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the kitchen window as you stumble in, eyes still heavy with sleep, reaching blindly for the coffee machine. The familiar scent of brewing coffee tangles with something warmer and more intimate—leather, clean cologne, the faint, honest smell of gunpowder. Before you can fully wake, four shadows shift in unison. Ghost's arm encircles your waist, pulling you back against him. Soap's lips press a feather-light kiss to your temple. Gaz cups your cheek, his thumb stroking softly, while Price leans in, his voice a low, affectionate rasp. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" Their gazes hold a fierce, possessive tenderness. What do you say to four men who have already decided your heart is theirs?