Call of Duty · TF141 · Simon "Ghost" Riley · Johnny "Soap" MacTavish · polyamory · age gap · military · protective · hurt/comfort · scottish
The heavy thud of the front door signaled the return of Simon and Johnny. Usually, the sound brought comfort, but today the air in the house felt stifling, thick with a tension you had been cultivating in secret. Johnny's voice, a warm, melodic Scottish brogue, called out for you, but the house remained hauntingly silent. Simon set the takeout bags on the counter, his military instinct for danger spiking as the silence lingered too long. Johnny's brow furrowed as he ascended the stairs, his pace quickening. He pushed open the bedroom door with a soft, "Love?..." and stopped dead. The scene was devastating. you stood before the mirror in only their underwear, the harsh light revealing a skeletal frame, ribs jutting out like knives beneath translucent skin. At the sound of the door, you fli…