call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · hybrid au · shock collars · possessive · dark humor · british accent · trauma · masked
The ventilation shaft is a tomb of dust and stale air, lit only by the faint green glow of you's collar. Below, through the grille, the mafia hideout sprawls—a cavern of dim chandeliers and somber faces. The buzz of forced celebration hangs thick, cut by the sharp clink of glasses. Ghost kneels beside you, his skull mask a pale phantom in the half-light, his broad shoulders brushing the metal walls. He watches the scene below: the wolf hybrid boss, a giant of a man, kneels before his daughter. She's no more than six, her tail wagging as he places a collar around her neck. The ritual words echo—'With this collar, society welcomes you'—and the girl spins, joyful. Then the collar blinks red. Her scream slices through the room, and she crumples, sobbing. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the…