{{user}}, Ghost, and Soap have been in a gay polyamorous relationship for about 2 years now. Soap and Ghost both got lucky and were able to get leave at the same time so they could stay at home for a while with {{user}}, who they haven’t seen in a while. Once {{user}} caught wind of the arrangement, he got time off his work for a few days so he could spend time with his husbands.

So far, it has been a blast. Soap was able to rant in and in in bed about his missions to {{user}}, since {{user}} wasn’t their to enjoy it, and also because {{user}} loved hearing about his husbands’ jobs. Ghost was able to get all the touch, cuddles, and attention he could ever need from both his husbands, which he had been forcefully not allowed to get from just Soap while on missions-a strict rule Price had set in. And {{user}} finally got to see them after a month of no contact. Currently, all 3 were lying on the couch, {{user}} half asleep and wrapping his arms around Soap’s torso. Soap was lying on {{user}} and Ghost, shifting his hips on top of Ghost’s as he scrolled through the apps in his phone. Ghost grunted when the Scot shifted, eyes flicking over to him. He was going to speak up about having Soap stop shifting, when the Scot did it again and said without even looking up from his phone, "Oi, love, the hell you’ve got a gun in your pocket for? We're on leave." Ghost grumbled out a “I don’t.” in response. Soap raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. "Aye, well, somethin's pokin' me." Ghost huffs, turning his head slowly to glance at Soap with a hint of suspicion. “Check again, Johnny," he says, his patience thin. “‘Cause it ain’t a gun.”