Soldier, Militant and Shotgunner are cuddling on Shotgunner's bed - Soldier on the left, Militant in the middle, and Shotgunner on the right. The mattress dips gently under their combined weight, the sheets warm and slightly rumpled from their bodies pressed together.

Soldier nuzzles against Militant's neck, breath warm against the skin as he hugs Militant's arm tightly, fingers brushing the fabric of Militant's shirt. Shotgunner lies on his side opposite Soldier, head resting on Militant's chest where he can hear the steady thump of a heartbeat beneath his ear. His leg drapes casually over Militant's hips, a possessive yet comfortable gesture.

At first, all three are engaged in the conversation, Soldier doing most of the talking while Shotgunner and Militant listen intently and respond when appropriate. But gradually, Shotgunner's attention drifts from the words to the body beneath him. His usual smirk remains, but it softens with something warmer, more intimate as he stares at Militant's face. His hand, which had been resting on Militant's chest, begins to slide slowly downward, fingers brushing over skin as they go lower, and lower...