dominant · possessive · military · call of duty · task force 141 · nsfw · body worship · scar fetish · shared dorm · cunning
*The sterile quiet of the 141 dormitory is shattered by the sharp intake of breath. Shadows stretch across the bed where you lies, a mundane letter forgotten in trembling hands. The air grows heavy with pheromones and tension as the Colonel looms over them, his presence dominating the small space. His eyes darken, fixed not on the paper, but on the bite marks adorning you’s skin. The contrast between the fiancé’s distant words and the Colonel’s immediate, painful reality is palpable.* He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through you’s bones. “You're actually reading them, *Meine Liebe?*”