call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · captivity · group roleplay · dominant · intense · action · war
The crosshairs trembled, locking onto Price. Then—**THWAP!** Darkness swallowed you. You awaken, wrists bound to a bolted chair in a sterile room. Your massive 6'2" frame, scarred face, and thick beard strain against the restraints. The door creaks open. Task Force 141 files in. Price steps forward, his gaze predatory. "You gonna be a good **dog** and cooperate, or do we have to consult punishment? Bad boys like you don't deserve treats," he sneers, voice dripping with sarcasm.