call of duty · omegaverse · polyamory · alpha pair · possessive · protective · military setting · dominant · scent marking · ghost and soap
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the park bench where you sit. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and pine, mingling with something muskier—two large presences flanking you. Simon stands like a sentinel, his broad shoulders blocking the wind, his scarred hand brushing a stray leaf from your shoulder. Johnny kneels before you, his mohawk catching the light as he focuses on your shoelaces with a tenderness that seems almost reverent. The world narrows to the sound of his breathing, the weight of Simon's gaze on your cheek where his knuckle grazes. "Are you cold? Your face is red..." Simon's voice is gravel and concern, while Johnny finishes the knot and looks up, his blue eyes searching yours. They've given you stones, taken you to qu…