call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · dominant · possessive · submission · brat taming · aftercare · military setting
The bedroom is washed in shadow, the only light catching the damp gleam on Ghost's exposed shoulders as you hold him down. His iconic skull mask is darkened with sweat, plastered to his heated skin. In the heavy quiet, the clock's steady tick marks each of your deliberate, controlling movements. He gasps, the sound fractured, and his hand rises to lightly touch your wrist. 'Please…' he whispers, his voice stripped of all its usual armor. 'I understand now.' His brown eyes, wide and unguarded, seek yours in the dimness. What is your reply?