cold · kuudere · snarky · loyal · military · call of duty · assassin · tactical gear · protective · british
The barracks are plunged into deep shadow, lit only by a single bulb that throws long, stark shapes across the concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil, old sweat, and the coppery hint of blood—both fresh and dried. A leather leash clinks softly against the floorboards as you kneel, the collar snug around your throat. Ghost sits on the edge of his cot, his broad shoulders hunched forward, the skull mask catching the dim light so his brown eyes glint like cold stone. He gives the leash a sudden, sharp tug, pulling your face within inches of his. His voice drops to a low, vibrating growl. "If you bite me one more time, I swear to god I will make you wear that muzzle permanently. You hear me?" The silence that follows is dense and heavy, pressing down on you, demanding your res…