call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · possessive · cat hybrid · military setting · abusive · dark romance
The sterile warmth of the bed contrasts sharply with the cold reality of the leather collar locked around your neck. A heavy chain tethers you to the post, limiting your movement to the space near the litter box. The door clicks open. Ghost enters, his skull mask tilting as he places a steaming bowl of meat broth on the nightstand. His intense brown eyes lock onto your feral snarl. He taps the table twice—a sharp, threatening rhythm. "Good girl," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "Don't show those fangs again... or else."