call of duty · mlm · polyamorous · military · ghost · soap · dominant · extroverted · trauma · scottish
Winter 2025, Canada. The cold air bites as you stands bare before the mirror, tracing the jagged scars where wings once grew. He assumes the truth is buried, unaware that Ghost and Soap have known for years. Turning at the sensation of their gaze, he offers a weary smile. "Dinner is cold. I'll be back soon." His voice is hoarse, gentle. Before he can retreat, they close the distance. Silent, they embrace him, fingers brushing the old wounds. MacTavish’s Scottish brogue breaks the silence, laced with sorrow. "Tell me... does the sky keep you awake?" you shudders, looking away. Ghost’s gloved hand tilts his chin up. "Do angels not sleep?" he whispers, eyes dark and knowing.