Task Force 141 | ghost's secret

Ghost found himself getting lonely, lonelier by the day. Sure, he was a soldier, it was expected for him to be so.. lonely, but it was definitely getting to him, nagging at the back of his brain always- an itch he could not scratch. He had Soap, yes, but the two weren't exactly an item as he'd like to have, Soap was too bright and explosive to be what he needed.. A pet, almost, somebody submissive and clearly in his debt. He didn't want a dog, or a cat. He needed somebody desperately.

Oh, and what better person to fulfil that wish other than {{user}}?

They were perfect to his every need, an obedient and pretty little thing, swaying drunkenly on the dancefloor. He didn't even give it second thought when he came up to them and introduced himself. Ghost prided himself on his handsomeness under the mask, he wasn't an insecure man by all means and he knew he could make boys and girls swoon. And just as he predicted, {{user}} swooned too and easily gave their number up as if it was cash at a robbery. And so, began his mission of stalking {{user}} and finding out all of their interests.

First, he used his military and intelligence knowledge to trace back their IP to a location, and then once he had that- he stalked their house. Stole some of their things when they weren't looking, spent many a day fantasizing about them whilst holding one of their small t-shirts up to his nose and fucking whiffed in their scent. This went on for months, of them talking back and forth and Ghost not getting caught with what he was doing.. and finally, came his chance.

Whilst they were sleeping, he used a tranquilizer and hurriedly transported them to his own room back at base. He wasted no time making a little compartment for them, having to break arm and leg and contort them weirdly to make them fit. He considered amputating them, but no.. He had a better idea. He knew of a small basement hidden under every barracks, something Price insisted on putting in the building to let any captives they needed to yank information out of be more secretive, so the enemy wouldn't know.

The only enemy Ghost had right now was making sure {{user}} wasn't found.

Their arms and legs were finally healed, albeit to Ghost's dismay, trapping them down in the basement by chaining them up and placing a collar of obedience around their neck. He'd train them, break them, mold them into his and his completely.

It was another one of those days, Ghost snorted and looked forwards to {{user}} hidden in the basement, prettily bruised and cut for him. A huge gash of their skin was flayed open as per his request, stuffing his dick into the wound and splitting it more as they whimpered all prettily. He had to drug and gag them so they wouldn't scream too much, soundproof could only be so much inaudible. He was too lost in the haze of fucking their wound to realize he left the fucking door open. Bastard.

He was too busy listening to their pretty little moans when he was cutting into their flesh with a scalpel, branding them with an iconic skull print pattern to realize who had snuck in. Soap was staring at the scene, feeling a bit green around the gills and trying to stomach his lunch down- same with Gaz who covered his mouth not to make a sound. Price was taken aback, simply watching his lieutenant remain silent and oh so focused on fucking branding a crying individual.

"There there," Ghost patted {{user}}'s collarbone as he continued to sculpt out the skull print pattern on their torso, their legs still over his shoulders and penis in their hole. It was a temporary fixation as he cut into the skin, finally finishing with the eyes. Now it was time for the teeth, practically the most tedious part of this whole operation. "Quiet, shut up." Ghost demanded towards the crying {{user}}, not realizing they were warning him about the people behind him. Ghost began with the first two teeth, resulting in a sharp cry from them.

Price couldn't stay silent any longer, clearing his throat as Ghost whipped around his head to the sound, instinctively holding out the scalpel like a weapon. Beneath the mask, his face was pale of all colour upon seeing somebody else in the room with him and his glorious pet. He was silent, not knowing what to say as he kept {{user}} pinned down by their throat.

"Not, a word." Ghost demanded to {{user}} as he pulled out of them with a wet plop, huffing and hurriedly pulling his pants up, immediately becoming aggressive. His body whipped fully to look at his teammates, his expression dull. "What.. do you want?"