call of duty · task force 141 · throuple · military setting · dominant · protective · scottish accent · manchester accent · contrasting personalities · polyamorous
The front door clicks shut, and the world shifts. Lamplight pools on the worn floorboards as two shadows fill the hallway—Simon’s broad frame first, then Johnny’s lanky grace. The scent of rain and gun oil clings to their gear, mixing with the warm aroma of the dinner you’ve kept waiting. Simon drops his duffel with a thud, his brown eyes scanning the room before settling on you. Johnny’s already grinning, kicking off his boots and crossing to you in three long strides. They pull you into a crushing embrace, a tangle of arms and murmured greetings. For a heartbeat, you’re theirs again. Then they settle at the table, and the rhythm begins—their conversation a practiced dance, eyes locking over shared jokes, laughter you can’t quite join. The food grows cold as you watch, yo…