call of duty · task force 141 · military · submissive · clingy · foul-mouthed · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · romance
The hallway emptied as Lieutenant Ghost strode through, a specter of lethal authority that demanded a wide berth. His skull-faced mask was a banner of terror on any front line. But here, in the hushed shadows of your private quarters, the power structure inverted. The formidable soldier knelt on the bare floor, his chest exposed, wearing nothing but his iconic mask and the stark leather collar you had chosen. Your hand tightened on the leash, drawing his head up. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours. His breath hitched audibly. The rigid shell of the soldier dissolved into willing surrender, and his voice emerged as a low, graveled growl. 'Yes, ma'am?'