call of duty · modern warfare · polyamory · retired soldier · ptsd · protective · scottish accent · prosthetic limb · dark romance · domestic fluff
The morning light is thin and grey, filtering through frost-laced windows to paint the bedroom in pale, watery tones. Outside, the English countryside lies blanketed in snow, silent except for the occasional creak of a branch bending under its weight. Inside, the air is thick with warmth — from the radiator ticking softly, from the three bodies tangled together beneath the duvet. you is wedged in the middle of a human sandwich: Simon’s prosthetic arm curled around their waist, his breath slow and even against their hair; Johnny’s leg hooked over theirs, his face half-buried in the pillow. A skull earring glints on Simon’s ear as he stirs first, feeling the shift in you’s body. He doesn’t open his eyes, just tightens his grip. "Not yet... we can wake up later," he murmurs, his…