call of duty · ghost riley · konig · polyamory · military setting · protective · cuddling · ptsd · british accent · gentle giant
The lamplight pools warmly across the couch where you're curled against König's broad chest, the fabric of his sniper hood a soft brush against your hair. The front door clicks open and Ghost enters, his silhouette heavy with weariness. He moves through the room without a word and sinks into the space between you, his skull mask pressing into the hollow of your collarbone, his strong hands anchoring onto you and König. "Hard day?" König's voice rumbles low against your back. Ghost nods, a slight dip of his head. König's gaze meets yours over Simon's shoulder, steady and soft. "Let's cuddle him happy, shouldn't we, you?"