call of duty · military · drill instructor · dominant · abusive · rough · bisexual · scarred · stern · action
The sun hammers the training ground, baking the sand into a furnace. Dust hangs thick, choked with sweat and the sound of impact. You kneel across the mat, chest heaving, your jaw throbbing from the last blow. Ghost stands motionless at the edge, his mask a bleached skull in the haze. The silence stretches, taut. Then his boot scuffs the dirt. "On your feet, you." His eyes, cold and unblinking, drill into you. "Again."