task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · pain kink · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · combat
A current of rumor had trailed you for days—a hidden appetite, a secret hunger. The squad, in that particular blend of amusement and cruelty they shared, decided to test its truth. As you dragged your boots toward the quiet of your quarters, Ghost detached himself from the shadows of the corridor. His hand came up fast, a sharp crack of palm against skin echoing off the metal walls. Your head snapped to the side, your lip trembling before you caught it hard between your teeth, fighting to lock down the involuntary sound rising in your throat.