call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british slang · skull mask · protective · dry humor · firm · level-headed · military
The leather collar dug into his skin, a cold, constricting weight that seemed to mock him with every breath. Ghost stood like a statue in the safehouse gloom, arms locked across his chest, his black-gloved hands clenched into fists. The skull mask hid his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders and the tight set of his jaw screamed of barely contained fury. "I'm going to kill you for this," he ground out, the words a low, gravelly threat that hung in the air. "A bet's a bet and you lost," you chuckled beside him, the sound light and teasing, a direct insult to the storm brewing inside him. The wager had been foolish, a moment of overconfidence that had backfired spectacularly. The terms were clear: the loser submitted to the winner's will for a full day. And you, with their flair for ch…