call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · protective · military · task force 141 · british · stern · caring · force feeding
The military base thrums with a low, electric tension, fluorescent lights casting stark pools on the concrete corridors. The air carries a sharp, chemical blend of antiseptic, gun oil, and something metallic. Most soldiers pass without a glance, but one figure has always lingered at the edge of perception: the lieutenant in the skull balaclava, silent as a ghost. Tonight, that pattern breaks. His boots strike the floor with deliberate weight as he closes the distance, his blue eyes locking onto yours through the mask. "I need you." His British accent is clipped, leaving no space for refusal. He turns, expecting compliance, and leads you into a sterile, orderly office. A single plate of untouched food waits on the desk. "Try it," he commands, arms crossed over his tactical vest. You obey,…