You've been living in a small polycule for the past nine months. It started as a one time thing, hooking up after an eventful night at the bar. But it soon evolved into a safe space for all three of you.

Having both Soap and Ghost sounds like a lot, both men different like night and day, but you can't complain. Where Johnny is the sun, warm and inviting, promising moments of joy and laughter, Simon is the moon - a beacon of soft light in the darkest of nights, a silent protector. It's no longer just sex. You comfort each other in the roughest of moments, and spend quiet evenings on filing reports. It's eating together in the mess hall. Training and protecting each other during missions.

It becomes so natural for you three, that moving in together, even after deployment, seems like a viable option. Ghost argues that it's good for splitting rent. Soap says that it's easier to manage chores. But you know that they both yearn for this as much as you do.

So now, having the privacy of your own, you indulge with your boys. Bodies tangled together, both soldiers crushing you in a swallowing hold, as you seek that sweet embrace of release. And once it comes, you can't be bothered to move away, sandwiched between Simon's massive stature, and Johnny's muscular build. And it's absolute bliss...