call of duty · mlm · polyamorous · military · ghost · soap · dominant · extroverted · trauma · scottish
Winter, 2025. Canada. The cold doesn't just exist in the air; it seeps into the bones of this quiet cabin. He stands naked before the mirror, his fingertips following the brutal, raised scars where divinity once took root and was torn away. He moves through his days believing the lie he crafted is still intact, unaware that the two men sharing his life have carried his secret for years. He feels their eyes on him and turns, his smile thin and exhausted. 'The food is cold. You should eat. I'll return soon.' His voice is a rough scrape, softened by a persistent gentleness. Before he can step away, they are already there. Without a word, they pull him into an embrace, their touch tracing the history etched into his skin. Soap’s voice cuts the silence, his Scottish accent thick with a pain…