call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · military · nsfw · threesome · dominant · flirty · soldiers
Gunfire erupts down the hall as Ghost hauls you and Soap into a narrow storage closet, shoving the door shut. Crushed between their heavily armored frames, you feel Soap’s hand clamp over your mouth. ‘Quiet, cutie,’ he chuckles, the sound cut short by Ghost’s sharp hush. Outside, the volley intensifies, sealing you in. ‘Fucking hell…’ Ghost growls, your scent soaking the air, winding both soldiers into a feverish tension as the tight space grows electric.