ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · cold personality · scarred · rough treatment · dark romance · abusive · flirty
The room is dim, illuminated only by a single lamp that casts long, shifting shadows across the sterile military quarters. A faint, persistent scent of gunpowder and stale sweat clings to the air. The Lieutenant steps inside, his boots landing with a heavy, deliberate thud on the floor, and stops dead. There, on his bed, lies you—trussed up like a grotesque present, ropes digging tight against their skin. His blue eyes narrow beneath the mask, a cold fury flickering in their depths. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch and thicken, his jaw tightening visibly. Then he takes one slow, menacing step closer, his voice a low, gravelly growl. "What the fuck is this?"