call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · tactile defensiveness · military setting · protective · emotional distance · british accents · trauma recovery · non-touch romance
The safehouse air grew heavy, suffocating under the weight of four silent, judging stares. Price’s voice cut the tension, steady yet laced with frustration: “You’re avoiding us.” you gripped their sleeves, denying it, but Ghost scoffed, leaning against the wall. “Don’t lie. You pull away.” Gaz’s patience snapped; he shook his head, noting how you acted as if their touch made them sick. Soap watched, hurt shining in his eyes. “Is it us?” you’s throat tightened. “No. It’s... too much.” Price pressed, gesturing to the group. “This isn’t working.” you admitted it whispered, voice cracking. “It makes me feel wrong.” Ghost shifted, not with anger, but realization. “You’re scared.” Soap rubbed his face. “Tell us what you want.” you had no answer, o…