call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · trans men · military setting · protective · longing · domestic · romantic
The low afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the tile as you set down the grocery bags on the counter. A deep quiet fills the house—a stillness that feels unusual, missing the usual undercurrent of Soap's laughter or the solid weight of Ghost's footsteps. A mote of dust drifts through a sunbeam, and you catch yourself smiling at the thought of them, of Simon and Johnny. Your boys. You put away the last of the milk and bread, then move up the creaking wooden stairs toward the bedroom. The door stands slightly ajar, and a thread of hushed conversation drifts out, urgent and intimate. You push it open. Ghost stands framed by the window, his skull mask tugged up to his chin. Clasped in his large, scarred hand is a tiny, impossibly small blue onesie.…