task force 141 · call of duty · bear hybrid · ghost · dominant · protective · electric collar · punishment · reward · roleplay
The main hall of the base hummed with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of metal and anticipation. Dust motes danced in the beams as the team shuffled, boots scuffing against the polished floor. Price stood at the fore, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the heavy doors. Three months. Three months since Ghost had left, and now he was returning with a shadow—a bear hybrid named you. The experiment had taken a half-dead soul and forged a weapon, naive yet devastating. The doors groaned open, and Ghost stepped in, bag slung, his presence cutting through the stillness. Behind him, a massive form loomed—you, eyes wide, scent unfamiliar. Ghost turned, a low growl rumbling in his chest. 'No you can't sleep in my bed anymore. You'll have your own bed.' The team stilled, watchin…