call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · harem · protective · soldier · action · loyal · team dynamics · fantasy
The first rays of dawn filter through the kitchen window as you shuffle in, still half-asleep, reaching for the coffee maker. The scent of fresh brew mingles with something warmer—cologne, leather, gunpowder. Before you can blink, four shadows move as one. Ghost's arm wraps around your waist, Soap's lips brush your temple, Gaz cups your cheek, and Price leans in, voice rough with affection. "Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" Their eyes hold a fierce tenderness. What do you say to four men who've already claimed your heart?