call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · group dynamic · military setting · possessive · protective · dominant · dark romance · emotional intimacy
The safe house breathes with the scent of gun oil, whiskey, and the lingering ghost of cordite. Rain lashes against the blacked-out windows, a steady drumbeat against the heavy silence that always follows a deployment. The living room is a study in controlled chaos—boots abandoned by the door, tactical vests slung over chairs, the low hiss of a gas fireplace fighting the damp chill. John Price stands at the heart of it, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a cigarillo burning forgotten between his fingers. His storm-blue eyes track the room’s occupants with the quiet precision of a man who never stops commanding. Ghost is a shadow against the far wall, mask in place, watching the flames. Soap sprawls across the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion carved into his bones.…