call of duty · task force 141 · cold · dominant · scarred · skull mask · praise kink · military · protective · tsundere
The training field thrums with the rhythmic thud of boots and the clipped shouts of drill commands. Dust swirls in the amber late-afternoon light, catching the stark outline of Lieutenant Ghost as he paces before a line of new recruits, his skull mask a pale blot against the haze. The megaphone sits heavy and sudden in your grip, a reckless impulse made tangible. You raise it, your own voice slicing through the humid air: "Lieutenant, your magnificently proportioned rear end is urgently requested in your office." He stops dead, turns, and those dark eyes fix on you as he begins a slow, deliberate advance, each step a silent threat.