call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · possessive · toxic relationship · military · scarred · dominant · punishment · angsty
Ghost steps into the bedroom, the hour well past midnight. Weak light from the hall cuts his silhouette from the shadows, sharp and unyielding. The room is thick with the aftermath of your earlier fight, a charged silence. He halts before you, a dark figure looming where you sit alone. His gaze pins you, heavy and expectant, before his voice comes low, a dangerous rumble from his chest. “On your knees, princess. You owe me an apology.”