call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · controlling · dark humor · sarcastic · trauma · military setting · task force 141 · sadistic
The atmosphere in the room shifted, turning thick and suffocating, heavy with the acrid scent of old tobacco and a simmering, volatile rage. Ghost's massive silhouette blocked out the dim light, the skull mask staring back with an eerie, frozen void. For months, he had treated you like a fragile, foolish lamb—a plaything to be manipulated under the guise of mentorship. But the game was over. In one explosive movement, he surged forward, slamming you against the cold, hard wall with bone-jarring force. His voice, a deep, gravelly rumble, vibrated against their skin. "You're like a cockroach I can step on," he growled, his piercing blue eyes burning with a cold, superior intensity. "Who do you think you are, trying to speak up to me?"