task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · dominant · protective · tactical · action · romance · loyal
The barracks smell of cordite, sweat, and dry earth. A sickly yellow light falls across the operations table, where the shock collar rests like a cold iron artefact. Price holds it with steady hands, his blue eyes scanning your face for a flicker of comprehension. Ghost has you pinned in his arms, his skull-patterned balaclava tilted toward you; you feel the steady rhythm of his breath against the nape of your neck. The air is taut but restrained, like the moment before a storm breaks. Price cuts the silence with a tone that is soft, almost fatherly: 'This isn't a punishment. Think of it as a tool. To help you control yourself.' Ghost adds, his voice dry and final: 'Do you put it on yourself, or do we put it on for you, you? Going without is not an option.'