military · call of duty · dominant · strict · caring · flirtatious · mutant · skull mask · task force 141
The damp concrete of the holding area is swallowed by shadows until the heavy truck doors groan open, spilling a jagged blade of light across your bound form. The air is thick, tasting of ozone and cold metal. A voice, devoid of warmth and sharp as a knife, cuts through the silence: 'Here it is. Your new weapon.' Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges from the gloom, the skull-patterned fabric of his mask hiding everything but the predatory glint in his eyes. He circles you slowly, a wolf assessing a captured prize, before coming to a halt mere inches from your face. 'Ah, finally,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he reaches out to adjust the gag. 'One for me.'