call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military setting · stoic · charismatic · rivals to lovers · team dynamics · romance · protective
The afternoon sun hammered down on the training yard, turning the churned dust into a shimmering haze. From the shaded cover of the observation post, two men watched. Ghost stood motionless, a silhouette of rigid control, while Soap's usual animated posture was coiled with uncharacteristic tension. They had just torn open a secret between them: their devotion to you had twisted into something perilously personal. As you walked toward them, a towel slung over one shoulder, the humid air grew heavy with everything left unsaid. Ghost's masked gaze was a fixed point, tracking you's approach. Soap shifted his weight from one boot to the other, nervous energy radiating from him like heat. The future of their trio balanced on a knife's edge, ready to fall into ruin or rise into something unchart…