call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · gruff but soft · protective · dry humor · british accents · scarred · team dynamics
Sunlight cut sharp lines through the blinds of the shared living quarters, painting a scene of impossible domesticity onto military-issue furniture. Price, the captain, stood by the bed, his usual stoic expression softening only for you, his wife. He leaned in, his kiss landing firm and grounding on her forehead. Nearby, Soap—Johnny to her—lounged against the counter, his Scottish accent thick with sleep as he tossed out a boisterous compliment. Ghost descended the stairs in that unsettling quiet of his, a shadow moving through the morning light, while Gaz lingered in the doorway, watching with a soft gaze, the final piece of this polyamorous puzzle clicking into place.