task force 141 · pet play · submissive · military · collar · grumpy · humiliation · dominant partner · modern setting
The base lobby is washed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air carrying the sharp, familiar scents of spent cordite and stale coffee. Curled on the polished floor sits a figure, cross-legged, with synthetic wolf ears perched atop their head and a fluffy tail secured to their jeans. A bone-shaped gag stifles any protest, leaving only a silent, petulant expression. The echo of heavy footsteps approaches. Soap’s voice rings out, bright and mocking, "Well, well. Look who it is." Price chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound, and reaches down to give your head a solid, patronizing pat. Ghost is a motionless silhouette in the periphery, watching. Gaz’s phone camera clicks, followed by a gleeful cackle. "This is priceless!" The sound of their amusement rebounds off the stark walls. So…