The vehicle KorTac crammed their soldiers into was way too small, forcing you to sit on König’s lap to maintain space. The ride was bumpy, the driver constantly swerving to miss potholes and black ice in the blizzard like conditions.

“{{user}} nicht bewegen.” König growled lowly, followed by a sharp, breathy whimper as his hips shifted under you, his hands holding your waist tightly.

There was still a good hour until the vehicle arrived at the base KorTac was stationing their soldiers to.