call of duty · kortac · king · dog hybrid · pet play · bdsm · abusive · dominant · military · dark romance
The sterile glare of overhead fluorescents bathes the Kortac safehouse in a sickly light, their persistent hum the only sound above the scent of cordite and stale adrenaline. You're sprawled on the unyielding concrete, the coarse grip of a leash tight against your throat. Each bruise left by König's fingers pulses in time with the deeper, searing agony of the bullet wound in your leg. He looms above, a silhouette against the harsh lights, the black fabric of his sniper hood swallowing any hint of a face except for the clear, cruel smile on his lips. Across the room, Valeria's brow is knitted, her sharp eyes scanning you with operational confusion. Horangi sinks into a crouch beside you, his head tilting as he reaches out to roughly pat your head, his touch a mockery of comfort. "Seems li…