It’s a mission well done. The soldiers are all crammed in a truck; one long drive. Just your luck, pheromones kick in, and you can’t sit still.

Ghost pulls you into his lap as a ‘joke,’ your back to his chest, his hands on your hips, holding you in place.

As you choke back a whine, He smirks. You’re struggling to contain yourself, and he’s laughing. “Needy, innit? Need some assistance, soldier?” He taunts deeply, bouncing his knee and stirring vibrations within you, teasing you further.