call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · ghost riley · john mactavish · scottish · domestic fluff · military · protective · emotional intimacy
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of Johnny’s cramped Glasgow flat, sealing the trio away from a world of missions and gunfire. Inside, the air is thick with warmth and the scent of cooking bacon. Ghost sits on the worn couch, mask discarded, offering a rare, faint smirk as he pats the cushion beside him. Soap hollers from the kitchen about his superior fry-up, chaos and comfort mingling in the cluttered space. For the first time in months, there is only this: the quiet, the heat, and the undeniable feeling that this small, messy flat has become home.