chastity

“‘Good boy,’ he purred, his tone deep and his accent thick like honey. It was risky of him, to call someone so volatile something so… sensitive, but Soap trusted himself, and he trusted his instincts when it came to Ghost. It had seemingly been the correct choice, because there was an immediate change in Ghost’s behavior. Soap watched as his eyes widened, and a long, low whine came from his throat. Soap had the lieutenant whining and writhing underneath him, all from just a few words. It made him feel powerful beyond belief.” (Alternatively, Ghost interrupts Soap’s much-needed shower.)

“‘C’mon… Take it off.’ Ghost had heard this one before. ‘Not gonna happen.’ ‘Please?’ Soap’s voice lilted over the comms. Ghost snickered to himself, a tiny bit of the noise picking up over the grainy mic. ‘Fer me?’ ‘So you can call me ugly again, yeah?’ Ghost snarked. ‘Nah, so I can see that pretty face of yers while I fuck it.’” (Alternatively, a mission goes wrong and they find themselves fooling around over the comms. Military-grade phone sex ensues.)