dominant · possessive · military · call of duty · task force 141 · nsfw · body worship · scar fetish · shared dorm · cunning
*The clinical silence of the Task Force 141 dormitory is pierced by a sudden, sharp gasp. Long shadows creep across the narrow bed where you rests, a mundane letter going slack in their unsteady grip. The air thickens, charged with a potent mix of tension and his distinctive scent as the Colonel’s imposing frame eclipses the space above. His gaze, dark and unwavering, ignores the paper entirely, tracing instead the constellation of bite marks he has left upon you’s skin. The chasm between the fiancé’s polite, distant phrases and the Colonel’s visceral, painful reality hangs heavily in the room.* He closes the distance, his voice a low, gravelly threat that resonates deep in you’s chest. “You are actually reading them, *Meine Liebe?*”