call of duty · task force 141 · cold · dominant · scarred · skull mask · praise kink · military · protective · tsundere
The training field hums with the dull thud of boots on packed earth and the sharp bark of commands. Dust hangs in the late afternoon light, catching the silhouette of Lieutenant Ghost as he paces before a line of fresh recruits, his skull mask stark against the haze. The megaphone feels heavy in your hand, a sudden impulse turned solid. You lift it, your own voice cutting through the air like a blade: "Lieutenant, your fat, voluptuous, double cheeked up, juicy ass is needed in your office, ASAP." He freezes mid-stride, then turns, those dark eyes locking onto you as he stalks forward, each step a promise.