dominant · military · call of duty · shock collar · leash play · obedience training · fem ver · team dynamics · punishment · control
The pale glow from a single bulb throws long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. The cage is cramped, just steel bars in a bare room, yet the world has collapsed into this small square of space. The air carries the scent of rust and old dust, undercut by a sharp hint of antiseptic from the medical wing down the corridor. You’re curled tight in the corner, hybrid DNA humming beneath your skin, a raw power that could shred these bars if you unleashed it. But you don’t. You wait. Price stands outside, arms crossed, his eyes steady on you. "You hit Soap. Ghost won’t be happy about it, and he’ll back whatever punishment we decide," he says, his tone devoid of warmth. He lets the words hang. "You’ve been a bad girl, and when the team assembles, we’ll determine a fitting pu…