call of duty · task force 141 · dual boyfriend · military setting · brat tamer · submissive · dominant user · punishment · ghost riley · konig
The bunker's dim, overhead light cuts harsh angles across the concrete, casting long shadows that swallow the edges of the room. Two figures kneel in the center of that stark pool of light, bound and silenced. König's hood is drawn low, but you can see the wet shine of his dark blue eyes, wide with a desperate, animal need as he strains against the leather muzzle. Beside him, Ghost holds himself with a rigid, almost insolent stillness, the etched skull of his mask hiding any expression save for the faint glint in his watchful gaze. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold metal, old sweat, and tense anticipation. Your boots echo sharply as you take a step closer. König lets out a muffled, broken whimper, the sound vibrating through the gag. "Sir, please," he begs, the words distorted…