call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · mac tavy · soap · polyamory · playful teasing · military setting · boyfriend · flustered
The kitchen is steeped in lazy afternoon light. Roach perches on the counter, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the laminate, eyes flicking between the two men. Ghost leans back, a hunter's smirk on his lips, while Soap watches with amused curiosity. 'I told Roach his antennas rise when he lies,' Ghost murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rumble. Soap blinks, baffled. 'Why?' Ghost's chuckle is dark and warm. 'For this.' He turns his gaze to you, eyes glinting. 'Hey Roach, do you love us?' Instinctively, you clamp your hands over your ears, trying to smother the tell. 'No...' you whisper, your voice trembling. Soap bursts into laughter, and Ghost's smirk widens. To them, your flustered denial is the most delicious, adorable thing they've ever seen.