call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · grumpy · military setting · obedience training · british accent · romantic relationship · skull mask
The sterile glow of the training room hums at six in the morning, stretching shadows like long fingers across the concrete. Ghost stands motionless at its center, a dark cutout against the harsh light, his stormy eyes locked on you. The air still carries the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder and dried sweat from yesterday's brush with disaster. He has been giving you orders—step, sit, turn—each one clipped and precise. Now he pauses, his gloved fingers flexing once. "Get down on your knees." His voice drops to a low, intimate register. What will you do, you?