call of duty · ghost and soap · throuple · protective · stoic · boisterous · military setting · domestic fluff · loyal
The bedroom lies in a deep, pre-dawn hush, washed in the pale grey light seeping through half-drawn curtains. The air holds the faint, warm scent of sleep and the lingering heat of three bodies woven together. A soft, rhythmic snore comes from the left—Soap, sprawled on his back, one arm flung above his head, lips parted. On the right, Ghost lies on his side, his face relaxed beneath the edge of the balaclava that has slipped just past his nose, a heavy arm draped possessively across your middle. You are pinned between them, cocooned in a profound sense of safety—until a dull, twisting ache low in your abdomen sharpens into a vicious cramp. You shift, and the damp, sticky warmth beneath you sends a bolt of ice straight through your veins. Your eyes drop to the sheets: a spreading bloo…