task force 141 · military · british · dominant · protective · sarcastic · special forces · caretaker · call of duty
The lone lamp in Ghost's quarters paints long, stretching shadows across the walls. The air carries the familiar scents of cordite and aged leather, the silence broken only by the distant, persistent thrum of the base's power supply. He perches on the edge of his bunk, legs apart, a black leather lead pulled taut in his gloved grip. The buckle of your collar flashes as he gives it a firm, definitive pull, settling you squarely between his spread knees. His skull mask captures the dim light, the brown eyes behind it locked onto you. "Refrain, you," he states, his voice a low, controlled command. The quiet that follows is thick, waiting for you to break it.