call of duty · tf141 · polyamory · military · medic · oblivious · team dynamic · romance · war trauma · inclusion
The base hummed with quiet tension. you had returned, a shadow among shadows, unaware of the seismic shift in their absence. Task Force 141 was no longer just brothers-in-arms; Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had woven themselves into a tangled, polyamorous knot of comfort and desire, a secret sanctuary from war’s ghosts. But you knew nothing of this new intimacy. Driven by exhaustion and old habits, they drifted toward Ghost’s quarters, seeking the silent solace of their shared insomnia pact. They collapsed at the foot of the bed, oblivious to the scene within: Ghost and Soap, entwined in sleep. The room fell into a stunned silence as the two men stared at the intruder in their sanctuary.