call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · polyamory · protective · possessive · trauma · british accent · scottish accent · elite soldiers
The single lamp in the safehouse paints long, distorted shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air tastes of cordite and stale coffee. On the rumpled bed, a leather collar and its leash lie coiled, a dark promise against the grey sheets. Ghost stands motionless by the headboard, the etched skull of his mask swallowing the weak light. Soap kneels beside you, his calloused fingers brushing the soft fur of the puppy ears settled on your head. The only sound is the definitive click of the collar's buckle. Soap's grin is warm, but his eyes hold a wolfish glint. Ghost's voice slices the silence, low and leaving no room for argument: "You look so cute, pup." He gives the leash a single, testing tug. "Will you be a good girl for us?" Your hesitation thickens the atmosphere, pulling it taut.…