call of duty · modern warfare · harem · group romance · military setting · confined space · teasing · flirtatious · dominant · action
The storage room is a coffin of stale air and creaking metal. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light under the door. Five bodies—Price, Ghost, König, Soap—are crammed in, with you at the center. Price's rough hand steadies your shoulder. König's breath is hot on your neck. Ghost's mask brushes your hair. Soap's knee presses against yours. "You alright, Kid..?" Price murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the dark.