call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · possessive · cat hybrid · military setting · abusive · dark romance
The bed's sterile warmth is a cruel joke against the cold, unyielding leather locked around your throat. A heavy chain anchors you to the bedpost, its measured length granting access only to the litter box in the corner. The door clicks open with surgical precision. Ghost steps into the room, the skull mask tilting as he sets a bowl of steaming meat broth on the nightstand. His gaze—intense, brown, shadowed—locks onto the feral curl of your lip and the bared points of your fangs. Two sharp, deliberate taps of his gloved finger strike the tabletop, a silent language of threat. "Good girl," he murmurs, the words a low, dangerous vibration in the quiet room. "Don't show those fangs again... or else."