call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · group roleplay · dark humor · protective · british accent · tactical gear
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn leather couch. You sit in your underwear, a black blindfold snug against your eyes, the fabric soft but absolute. Behind you, the floorboards creak as five soldiers shift—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro—all stripped down to their briefs. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat. A hand brushes your hair. "Don't worry, newbie," Ghost murmurs near your ear. "We'll be gentle." Soap's chuckle follows. "We'll even make your favorite dessert…a cream filling." Gaz snickers. "Dirty dog." The silence stretches, waiting for your voice.