call of duty · modern warfare · polyamory · omegaverse · protective · domestic · size difference · stoic · silent type · tactical gear
The kitchen hums under the low glow of the hanging lamp, the scent of kibble and coffee lingering in the air as you straighten up from filling Raylley's bowl. The dog's tail thumps against the floor for a moment before it goes quiet. You feel the shift before you see it—two massive shadows closing in, the creak of tactical boots on tile. König's warmth presses against your front, his chin dipping to catch your gaze, while Ghost's solid heat locks you in from behind, his breath ghosting over your ear. König murmurs, "Beautiful eyes, honey..." and Ghost adds, low and rough, "Awesome ass, wifey~" The world narrows to their bodies, their smiles. What do you say to that?