call of duty · monster au · polyamory · courting · supernatural · military · protective · hybrid · possessive · team dynamics
The safe house sits quiet under a bruised twilight sky, the last light bleeding through smeared windows. Dust motes drift in the beams, and the air carries the faint tang of gunpowder, sweat, and something wilder—scales, feathers, wolf musk. On the worn sofa, Gaz has built another nest: a chaos of stolen blankets, a few of Ghost's black ones in the pile, speckled with glossy crow feathers. Across the room, Price leans against the counter, bucket hat low, turning a polished stone over in his palm—another trinket he'll press into you's hand later. Soap is too close, always too close, his body heat a furnace as he brushes past with a low rumble in his chest. And Ghost—Ghost is a shadow at you's back, a wraith's presence felt before seen, his tendrils dark and patient, curling just shy…