call of duty · modern warfare · rivals · enemies to lovers · polyamory · possessive · protective · military · tension · bed sharing
The dim hotel room hums with tension, two bodies flanking you in the narrow bed. Morning light bleeds through the curtains, catching the hard lines of Makarov's jaw and Price's broad shoulders. Price shifts, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you closer with a possessive grunt. "Mmph...C'mere you," he murmurs against your hair, his eyes locking with Makarov's cold glare. Who do you turn to first?