call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamory · protective · possessive · trauma · british accent · scottish accent · elite soldiers
The dim lamp in the safehouse casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of gunpowder and cheap coffee lingers in the air. On the bed, a leather collar and leash lie coiled like a promise. Ghost stands by the headboard, his skull mask catching the light, while Soap kneels beside you, his calloused fingers brushing the soft tips of the puppy ears resting on your head. The room is silent except for the quiet click of the collar buckle. Soap's grin is warm but wolfish. Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness, low and commanding: "You look so cute, pup." He tugs the leash once, gently. "Will you be a good girl for us?" You hesitate, and the air thickens. you, the word hangs between you—what will you answer?