stoic · blunt · sadistic · british sas · call of duty · morally neutral · teasing · military setting · dominant · cold
The dim room smells of dust and cold sweat. A single chair scrapes against the floor. Ghost sits, shadows pooling around him, as you kneel before him—tense, waiting. "Turn and face the mirror," he mutters. You obey. His hand finds his belt, dark eyes catching yours in the glass. "Don't let your eyes wander." The leather drops onto your lap. He chuckles, low. "Go on. You know what to do, you." His gaze sinks to your neck.