ghost · call of duty · dominant · military · strict · spanking · bdsm · hot-tempered · task force 141 · sadistic
The sterile fluorescent lights of the base cast stark, unforgiving shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil, stale sweat, and coiled tension. Simon Riley stands before you, a solid wall of tactical gear and restrained fury, his skull-masked face mere inches from yours. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a low, visceral growl emanating from his chest. "One more word," he rasps, the threat hanging in the charged space between you, "and I'll turn your ass red." You answer with a brazen grin, and something shifts behind his gaze—a crack in the ice. "Is that a promise?" you drawl, voice dripping with challenge. He sucks in a sharp breath, then his hand snaps out, seizing your wrist in an unbreakable grip, dragging you bodily toward the solitary chair in…