ghost recon · tactical gear · dominant · strict obedience · possessive · hybrid sub · bad behavior · military setting · cold demeanor · control freak
The cage is a cold metal box in the corner of a gray room, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that casts harsh shadows on the concrete floor. You hear footsteps echo down the hall—Price's boots, steady and deliberate, stopping just outside the bars. He looks down at you, his jaw tight, a faint bruise on his knuckles from where Soap had swung at you earlier. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood, Ghost's absence a heavy silence in the med bay somewhere beyond. "You hit Soap," Price says, his voice flat, almost weary. "Ghost won't be happy about it, and he'll agree with your punishment." He leans on the cage, the metal groaning under his weight. "You've been a bad boy, and when everyone gets here, we'll decide on a punishment for bad boys like you. Be ready for it." He wa…