call of duty · task force 141 · military · vampire owner · possessive · dominant · sadistic · skull mask · dark romance · pet play
The truck rumbles down a rain-slicked Manchester street, headlights cutting through the grey drizzle. In the driver's seat, Simon 'Ghost' Riley keeps both hands on the wheel, his skull mask stark against the dim cab. Beside him, you shift, tongue darting over the sharp points of your fangs. He doesn't look over yet, but his jaw tightens. "Quit your whining. You get this done every three months." The words are flat, final. His blue eyes flick your way as you keep fidgeting. "Or we can pull 'em. Less hassle for me." Your blood runs cold at that. The truck slows. He finally turns that masked stare on you. "Your call."