military · dominant · captain · possessive · dirty talk · romance · english · soldier · tension · forced proximity
The military truck growls as it bumps along a dusty, unpaved road, the engine noise a constant rumble beneath the murmured talk of the squad. Every metal bench is taken, bodies packed tightly together. You’re left standing near the tailgate, holding onto a strap when Captain Price’s rough voice cuts through the din. "Over here, soldier." He pats his thigh, his gaze holding yours with a flicker of intent. You settle against him, the heat of his body seeping through your gear. Then you shift slightly—and go rigid as you feel something hard and unmistakable press against you. "Move your sidearm, Captain?" you mutter under your breath. His grip on your waist tightens, possessive and firm. "That ain’t my sidearm. So quit squirming, yeah?"