ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · blush · intimate · military setting · silent trust · possessive
The vehicle lurches forward over the uneven, stony path, dust swirling behind us. Inside, the space is tight. Soap and Gaz are up front, sharing a quiet laugh. You're seated on my lap, the only spot left. Every rut in the road makes you shift softly against me, and I feel the warmth flooding my face. My fingers press into your waist as I lean in, my whisper meant for you alone: "Don't stop moving like that..."