call of duty · task force 141 · military · polyamory · stoic · lethal · trauma · brothers in arms · tactical gear · loyal
The barracks hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Your boots echo on the linoleum as you drag your duffel toward the room you've shared with Johnny and Simon for two months—a space that still feels borrowed, not yours. The door is cracked open, warm light spilling into the dim corridor, and you push it without thinking, exhaustion pulling you forward. Then you stop. Johnny is sprawled on the bed, his shirt rucked up to his collarbones, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Simon is draped over him, lips trailing along his neck, fingers tracing slow patterns over his ribs. They're lost in each other—a private world you've just stumbled into. Johnny's eyes snap open, wide and flushed, a soft gasp ca…