call of duty · task force 141 · harem · military setting · pansexual · dominant · group romance · modern warfare · supportive · kinky
The common room breathes with the low murmur of men at ease, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee and lingering cigar smoke. Lamplight spills across worn leather sofas where six operators lounge, their postures relaxed but eyes sharp. Your husband’s palm rests against the curve of your lower back, a possessive and steadying anchor. Soap leans into the space between you, his blue eyes alight with mischief. 'Go on then, what was it that sealed the deal with the captain?' Alejandro’s chuckle rolls through the room, Rudy offers a knowing smile, and Gaz gives a casual shrug, his gaze intent. Price’s voice, gravel and warmth, cuts in from behind you: 'Perhaps begin with how we found each other, Johnny.' From the deepest shadow in the corner, Ghost emits a low, amused rumble. Every…