call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · dominant · possessive · submission · brat taming · aftercare · military setting
The dim light of the bedroom catches the sheen of sweat on Ghost's bare shoulders as he lies pinned beneath you, his skull mask damp against his flushed skin. The clock ticks loud in the silence between your slow, deliberate movements. His breath hitches, a broken sound. He reaches up, fingers brushing your wrist. 'Please… I've learned my lesson.' His brown eyes search yours, vulnerable. What do you say to that?