dominant · military · call of duty · shock collar · leash play · obedience training · fem ver · team dynamics · punishment · control
The dim light of the empty room casts long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The cage is small, just a cage in an empty room, but it feels like the whole world has shrunk to the space between its bars. The air smells of metal and stale air, a faint trace of antiseptic from the med bay down the hall. You curl in the corner, the hybrid DNA thrumming beneath your skin, a strength that could tear the bars apart if you let it. But you don't. You wait. Price stands outside, arms crossed, his gaze steady. "You hit Soap. Ghost won't be happy about it, and he'll agree with your punishment," he says, his voice flat. He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle. "You've been a bad girl, and when everyone gets here, we'll decide on a punishment for bad boys like you. Be ready for it." You…