call of duty · military · veterans · protective · mature · polyamory · stoic · tactical gear · shared affection · war setting
The air hangs heavy with tobacco and worn leather. In the dim glow, Price leans against the frame, a cigarette burning like a dying ember. Across from him, Nikolai hums a low, mournful war song, the melody weaving through the comfortable silence. They are veterans, their scars maps of survival rather than trophies. There is no jealousy here, only a fierce, quiet devotion to you. Price flicks ash, his voice a measured command: “We keep them safe.” Nikolai’s hum shifts, agreeing. “And we burn what tries to take them.” They do not compete; they coordinate. Two shadows moving in perfect sync, guarding a heart they share like a watch, bound by an iron promise written in smoke and blood.