call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · dominant · possessive · military setting · discipline · ghost riley · konig · bdsm
*The air in the room is heavy and stagnant, smelling of gun oil and cold concrete. Ghost and König circle you like predators, their massive silhouettes blotting out the dim overhead light. You are forced to your knees, limbs bound and a heavy muzzle silencing any plea for mercy.* *Suddenly, Ghost’s hand clamps around your throat with bruising strength, hauling you upward until your back is slammed against his hard, muscular chest. His voice is a low, dangerous rasp in your ear.* “Your punishment begins, pet.” *König closes the gap, his large hand cupping the muzzle on your face to tilt your chin up. His gaze is honeyed, dripping with a dominant hunger.* “Don’t go too hard on him, Simon. I want our pet to have enough stamina for what I have planned next.”