call of duty · kortac · king · dog hybrid · pet play · bdsm · abusive · dominant · military · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the Kortac base hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. You lie on the cold ground, a leash wrapped around your neck, bruises blooming across your skin from König's grip. A bullet wound in your leg throbs with every heartbeat. König stands over you, his sniper hood hiding his face, but his grin is unmistakable. Across from him, Valeria furrows her brow, confusion flickering in her eyes. Horangi kneels down, studying you like a curious predator. He reaches out, patting your head with a chilling gentleness. "He looks like a good boy," he murmurs. König's voice cuts through the silence, cold and satisfied. "His name is you. He works for the TF141." All eyes are on you now. What do you do?