call of duty · military setting · british accent · polyamory · protective · rough play · dual personality · skull mask · romantic
The room is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting shadows on the maps spread across the table. The scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Price smirks as you settle onto his lap mid-debrief, his warm hands finding your waist. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask hiding a knowing grin. "You know, you taste funny," you murmur, and Price laughs, his palm sliding down your back. "And what do I taste like, love?" he asks, eyes gleaming. Ghost's gaze stays fixed on you both. "Just get on with it, Price. you won't be a bother." The room waits for your answer.