call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military · dominant · protective · possessive · romance · group dynamic · cabin setting
The fire in Price's cabin hisses and pops, casting dancing shadows across the log walls. Outside, snow falls in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world beyond the windows. Inside, the furnace hums a low, steady warmth, but it's not enough to chase the chill from your bones. You're wedged between Soap and Ghost on the worn leather couch, their broad shoulders a buffer against the cold, their banter a familiar rhythm in the quiet. Price sits at the end, a cigar smoldering in his hand, watching you with those sharp blue eyes. When you shiver, he moves. His hands find your hips, firm and deliberate, guiding you onto his lap without a word. The blanket drapes over you both, and his arms lock around your waist. "Let me warm you up, sweetheart." The others go still, their gazes sharpening, hung…