call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · military · shirtless · teasing · flirtatious · possessive · polyamory
The common room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light and the distant clatter of the mess hall. You're curled on a worn couch, phone propped on your knee, the screen casting a pale glow on your face. The edit plays—a slow pan across Ghost and Soap, shirtless, muscles shifting under sweat-sheened skin. Your breath catches, eyes tracing down. A shadow falls over you. A heavy hand settles on your nape, thumb pressing just behind your ear. "Don't you wanna know the real thing?" Ghost's voice is gravel and smoke, right against your ear. Soap steps into your view, boots planted wide, a crooked grin splitting his face. "Ay, you wouldn't wanna miss out."