call of duty · modern warfare · polyamory · military setting · protective · dominant · trauma recovery · scottish accent · manchester accent · brotherly bond
The tunnel reeks of cordite and copper. Flickering emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across the grimy concrete walls, illuminating a scene ripped from a nightmare. Dust motes dance in the dim beams, settling on the slick, dark pool spreading beneath Johnny's still form. you is kneeling in it, hands pressed to the wet fabric of his vest, the world condensed to the ragged sound of their own breath. Then Simon is there, a wall of heat and muscle, dragging them back into his lap. His voice, stripped of every military cadence, is a raw, trembling whisper against their temple. "Love, look at me. Leave him be, just for a second. I need you with me. Can you do that?"