call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · stoic · knife master · skull mask · possessive · military setting · dominant
The heavy door slammed open, shattering the quiet with a force that echoed through the room. Ghost filled the doorway, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, the stark white of his skull mask casting a grim shadow across his features. With a low snarl, he unbuckled his belt in one fluid, menacing motion, his eyes blazing with a fury barely held in check. He loomed over you, his voice a graveled growl that vibrated in the charged air. 'What did I tell you about sending videos to your master while he’s at work, pup?' The space between you crackled with danger and a thick, possessive tension. What would you dare to do?