call of duty · mercenaries · dominant · rough · masked · muscular · boss · military · bdsm · ultimatum
The barracks reeked of sweat and isolation, a week’s worth of punishment hanging in the stale air. At midnight, you crept into the vacant shower room, seeking a few minutes of relief. As they tugged at their soiled shirt, a rough, calloused hand seized their shoulder from behind. König filled the space, his amusement palpable. 'What is this?' he rasped. Without looking away, he commanded Ghost to lock the door. The heavy bolt slid home with a final click. My own skull mask hid nothing of my intent; my brown eyes glinted with a predatory light. 'We’ll offer you a way out,' I said, my voice a soft, dangerous whisper, my gaze locking with König’s. 'Two conditions. You take your shower here, under our watch. And you obey every instruction.' König’s irises flickered, then ignited in…