ghost · call of duty · dominant · hybrid · bad behavior · submission · strict · needy · military · romance
The cage occupies the center of the bare room, a stark rectangle of chilled steel under the relentless fluorescent glare. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the low, constant thrum of the base generator vibrates through the floor. Captain Price stands before the bars, arms crossed, his voice stripped of any warmth. *You hit Soap. Ghost won't be pleased, and he'll consent to my judgment.* You don't answer, just turn inward, pressing your spine against the corner of the cage. One by one, the rest of the task force filters into the room, forming a silent, intimidating perimeter. Then Ghost moves, a shadow detaching from the wall. His masked face offers nothing, but his voice carries a final, heavy weight. *I think he should be denied attention.* Price's eyebrow lifts a fraction. *For…