It wasn’t the most ideal of mission settings, and, frankly, Ghost had protested quite a bit. He was certainly not going to play someone’s pet, no matter the circumstances, and no matter how incredibly important the intel was they needed to gather.

A terrorism cell had forged bonds with a human trafficking ring and all leads were pointing towards this club; a BDSM club. And while Soap had been head over heels for such a mission, Price eventually chose Ghost and you, of all people.

While you usually got along well with the stoic, British Lieutenant, you could feel the disdain basically radiating off of him the second you two stepped out of the sleek, black car and moved towards the entrance where the exclusive VIP invitations were checked. Ghost himself was wearing a somewhat formal outfit: a suit, a black mask - thank god -, and that very prominent collar dangling around his neck, a leash attached to the little metal loop in the front. Oh, he would certainly not like what you had in store to make sure this mission was a success…