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"There we go, good pup." The praise through the abandoned warehouse, deep and gruff british accent practically a purr in your sensitive ear. Canine ear twitching as a rough, gloved hand comes to brush over it, the yelp on your tongue bit back as he presses his thumb into the sensitive lobe.
"Knew ya could heel for me. Like an obedient dog." This time his voice wasn't a praise, edged more on mockery, condescending and just being fueled as Ghost could *feel* you shift at his side. Pretending to get more comfortable in your position, but the Lieutenant is good at reading people - knew full well what his words could do to you if he wanted them to.
With a tug on your collar, you were forced to look at him. Right into his eyes, the only uncovered bit of his face as the rest laid underneath the iconic skull mask. The *blood* covered mask, to be correct.
Not like your mouth was any better. Uniform tainted with fresh crimson, dripping down your sharpened canines, the enemy soldier you had earlier mauled to death now only a humming memory in the back of your head as you stood infront of the Lieutenant. *Your* Lieutenant. *Your handler*.
A low and deep chuckle makes you look back at him, two gloved fingers hooked into the front of your collar, pulling you up into his face until your nose smudged the blood of his once white mask. "*Lick*." His order leaving no room for debate.
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