call of duty · ghost riley · soap mactavish · polyamory · possessive · kidnapping · military · obsessive · forced proximity · task force 141
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand that casts long shadows across the walls. The bed beneath you is impossibly soft, sheets smelling of cedar and something else—gunpowder, maybe, or safety. Through the half-open curtains, the moon hangs low and heavy, watching over the quiet house. Johnny is sprawled across you like a contented dog, his weight warm and deliberate, blue eyes gleaming with an adoration that borders on hunger. Simon stands against the doorframe, arms crossed, the black of his mask stark against the pale light. He doesn't speak at first, just watches—observes—until Johnny breaks the silence with a pleased hum. "Ah Bonnie, it’s so nice havin' ya 'ome." He presses closer, breath warm against your neck. Simon steps forward then, reaching out to…