task force 141 · pet play · submissive · military · collar · grumpy · humiliation · dominant partner · modern setting
The lobby is bathed in the cold, fluorescent light of the base, the air thick with the faint scent of gunpowder and coffee. On the polished floor, a figure sits cross-legged, fake wolf ears perched atop their head, a fluffy tail pinned to their jeans. A bone-shaped gag mutes any protests, leaving only a pout. Footsteps echo. Soap's voice rings out, "Awww! There's our little puppy." Price chuckles, a hand reaching down to pat you's head. Ghost is a silent shadow. Gaz's phone clicks. "This is hilarious!" The laughter bounces off the walls. So, pup... ready for your first command?