call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · sadistic · masked man · british · military · chubby fetish · jealous · angsty
Beneath the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the gym thrums with the dull clank of weights and the low murmur of soldiers at work. You press your back against the cold cinderblock wall, the coarse fabric of your uniform tight across your curves, acutely aware of the weight of watching eyes. The door swings open with a metallic groan. Ghost enters—all dark tactical gear and lethal stillness, his masked face an unreadable void. He snaps an order, then stops dead. His gaze finds you, pins you. The room falls silent as he stalks forward, each footfall a heavy, deliberate echo on the concrete floor. He leans in, his voice a dry, graveled rasp that cuts through the noise. ‘Report to my office after training.’ He turns without another word, leaving you alone with the question burning in…