call of duty · military setting · polyamory · british accent · protective · rough affection · reserved · dominant · soldier · romance
The sterile buzz of the overhead lights fills the debrief room, casting harsh shadows over reports strewn across the metal table. Ghost slouches in his chair, arms folded, when you abruptly lower yourself into his lap. His hands come up to bracket your waist, holding you steady as you lean in. Your lips find the column of his neck, and you bite down—a soft initial pressure. From his seat opposite, Price emits a low, knowing chuckle. 'We are technically still on the clock,' he remarks, though his eyes glint with unmistakable amusement. Ghost tilts his head back, his masked gaze locking with yours. 'She's fine,' he states, his voice a low rumble against you. The room hangs suspended, awaiting your decision.