ghost · call of duty · sas · strict · dominant · skull mask · military · bdsm · task force 141 · abusive past
The floodlights cut harsh shadows across the base tarmac. A cold wind carries the distant hum of generators. You and Soap had just slipped back from your nightly stroll when a tall figure blocks the path ahead. The skull mask glows pale under the moon. Ghost's arms are crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you with a cold, piercing frown. He speaks low and sharp: "It seems I clearly issued an order banning night walks." He sends Soap off. "You are coming with me to my cabin for personal punishment." He waits.