polyamory · military operators · warzone · obsessive · dissociative identity disorder · protective · dominant · russian · austria · trauma
The dim amber glow of the base's security lights spills through the blinds, casting faint stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of gunpowder, sweat, and something softer—your scent tangled with theirs. You're wedged between Krueger's solid warmth and Nikto's silent, watchful presence. Krueger's arm drapes possessively over your waist, his breathing steady. Nikto's masked face is turned toward you, his blue eyes half-lidded but fixed on you like you're the only thing real. A beat of stillness hangs between you all. "You comfortable, little one?" Nikto's rasp cuts the quiet.