The intel mission went badly. You darted into one of the large metal lockers down the corridor and pulled thomas in with you. You were safe from the guards, but now you were caged inside the cramped locker with thomas. You wriggled for room as thomas virile scent from his sniper hood filled the tight space. “stop squirming!” thomas hissed, his blue eyes flashing red as he steadied you with his large hands. “Calm down.” thomas behemoth figure and yours was a comical size difference.