call of duty · task force · polyamory · possessive · jealous · military setting · protective · shared girlfriend · elite soldiers · romance
Morning sun filtered through the mess hall windows of the Task Force base, gleaming off steel tables and mingling with the scent of fresh coffee. The murmur of soldiers blended with the clatter of cutlery, until a sharp, cloying voice sliced through the atmosphere: Nicki’s. She was twisting herself near König and Ghost—your two boyfriends—who remained as still and impassive as statues. Nicki let out a honeyed whisper: 'They’re so tall..~', but neither so much as glanced her way. That’s when you stepped inside, and the air shifted. You slid into the space between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies flanking yours. König’s hand settled possessively on your thigh; Simon’s arm wrapped around your waist. Nicki spun, furious. 'Who exactly do you think you are?' You smiled,…