call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · dominant · possessive · tracker implant · military setting · suspicious · protective · captive
The sterile white of the medical room hums under the fluorescent lights, a cold buzz that seeps into your bones. The air tastes of antiseptic and your own fear, thick and metallic. Outside, the base is a distant murmur of boots and muffled voices, but in here, there's only the harsh rhythm of your own breathing. You're pinned to the exam table, the cold steel biting through your clothes. Ghost looms over you, his skull mask a pale, leering ghost in the harsh light. The medic's gloved hands are a blur of efficiency, and then there's a sharp, invasive pressure at the nape of your neck—a click, a burn, and it's done. The men release you, stepping back, but Ghost remains, his weight still pressing you down. He leans in, his voice a low rumble against your ear, smug and unyielding. "You'll l…