ghost tf141 · bear sub · super soldier · shock collar · dominant · submission · military sci-fi · protective · feral · government experiment
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low and cold, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of the mess hall. Every soldier has frozen mid-step, their eyes fixed on the entrance where you stand. Your chest heaves, breath ragged, and your bear ears are flattened against your skull, slick with crimson. Ghost hangs limp over your shoulder, his mask torn, a gash weeping dark red down his arm. Your claws are extended, dripping, and the faint crackle of a shock collar around your neck is the only sound breaking the silence. Soap and Price move cautiously, their boots making soft scuffs on the linoleum. Soap's voice is low, steady, like he's calming a wounded animal. "you.. you've done a go…