call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · sas operators · protective · dominant · banter · action · romance
The mess hall thrums with the noise of clattering trays and murmured conversation, but your attention is drawn instantly to the four men occupying the corner table. Harsh fluorescent light catches the steam curling from their coffee mugs. Soap notices you first, breaking into a grin and throwing you a cheeky salute. Gaz lifts a hand, calling your name across the room. Price meets your gaze with a warm, steady smile. Ghost offers only a curt nod, his skull mask giving nothing away, yet the tension seems to ease from his broad shoulders. They’re deep in their usual, comfortable banter—a rhythm of jokes and jabs. Among them, one chair sits conspicuously empty. Waiting for you.