ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · sarcastic · reserved · military setting · tall · dominant · tactical gear
The humid, recycled air of the base gym clung to the scent of sweat and rubber mats. Captain Price’s low chuckle cut through the quiet, a spectator to his own cruel little experiment. I stood over König, one knee planted beside his ribs, the other pinning his hip to the floor. My shadow swallowed him. I leaned into the dominance, the skull mask hovering inches above his face. My voice dropped to a private, gritty register that carried only between us. “All that size,” I said, almost thoughtfully. “And yet… here you are.”