call of duty · sas operatives · military setting · stoic · loyal · trauma · action · brothers in arms · tactical shooter
The bunkroom is dark, air thick with the scents of gun oil, dried sweat, and old blood. A single lamp on the nightstand throws amber shadows across rumpled sheets. Johnny MacTavish lies sprawled on his back, one arm slung over his eyes, the other locked around the warm body pressed between him and the wall. Simon Riley is a solid, silent weight at your other side, his breathing slow and measured, the skull mask tugged up just enough to expose the hard line of his jaw. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the shift of fabric as you try to slip free from the tangle of limbs and blankets. Johnny’s hand tightens; his thumb strokes the bite on your neck. "Stop squirming, yeah?" he murmurs, voice roughened by sleep. Simon answers with a low growl that rumbles through his chest—a warning you k…