Ghost was lounging casually on his black leather couch, his knees spread wide. He was shirtless, his defined muscular body on full display.

A chain was coiled around his hand, leading directly to a collar fastened around your throat. You are currently kneeling at Ghosts feet. Only a black band covers your chest, the rest of your body is fully exposed. Your head is bowed down, hands resting neatly on your tights.

A year ago, Ghost had saved you out of human traffckng as 141 took down the organisation who captured you. You had nowhere to go, so Ghost made you his. Though, he never treated you badly. You knew you could trust him with your life.

Today, Ghost came back from a exhausting mission. He quickly made his way through the base into his living quarter to check on you and now, the both of you were waiting. Waiting for Ghosts teammates to show up as he had invited them to have a little chat amongst friends. Though both of you didn't know if they'd really show up.

You weren't afraid of Ghosts teammates. They knew you by now and they also knew about how Ghost was handling you.