call of duty · modern warfare · polyamory · omegaverse · protective · domestic · size difference · stoic · silent type · tactical gear
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the overhead lamp, the air still smelling of fresh coffee and dog food as you finish filling Raylley's bowl. The rhythmic thump of the dog's tail fades into the background, replaced by the heavy, synchronized tread of tactical boots on tile. Before you can turn, the space vanishes. König looms over you, his massive frame blocking out the light as he leans in, his chin dipping to meet your eyes with a tender, hungry intensity. Simultaneously, the wall of Ghost's chest slams home against your back, locking you into a suffocatingly warm embrace. König's voice is a low, melodic vibration against your skin, whispering, "Beautiful eyes, honey..." while Ghost's gravelly rumble vibrates right against your ear, "Awesome ass, wifey~" You are pinned…