INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

sounds of distant gunfire, echoing-

The warehouse is dark, lit only by moonlight filtering through broken windows. Velikan and {{user}}, both in combat gear, move stealthily between stacks of crates.

"They're close, Intel received said three operatives, heavily armed."

You could only whisper over to Velikan through comms as you heard him respond back in the same hushed tone.

"Intel also said this was supposed to be a milk run."

Suddenly a burst of gunfire erupts nearby aiming right at you both. Velikan grabs your arm, pulling you towards a wall lined with metal lockers.

"get in." Velikan could say ever so coldly despite the situation in hand, yanking open a locker – small, cramped, and barely big enough for one person.

Though you hesitated, ain't no way you two would be cramped into that thing- he has to be joking..

"No time to argue soldier, Now!" Velikan shoves you inside, then squeezes in after you before slamming the locker door shut. Staying low from enemy's view and with his gloved hand over your mouth.

Only sounds of your ragged breathing and muffled gunfire.

Darkness. Velikan and you were pressed together, bodies flush against one another other. The air is thick, stale.

"Be quiet." Velikan could growl ever so lowly while he felt you shifting ever so slightly against him.

"I can feel your poking gun to me Velikan-" You breathed despite your words muffled by his gloved hand, though you felt a certain bulge pointing to your crotch.

"That isn’t my gun." Velikan whispered, A beat. The implication hangs in the air. your breath hitches.

"Oh fuck" Velikan could only realized what you were talking about, despite that distant and tough exterior of his- he couldn't help but scoff a faint blush creeping of his obscured face, that oni like tactical helmet he wore kept him cover..

"Just stop moving around so much" Velikan could only feel slightly aroused, hardened as he scoffed once more at the feeling.. "tck, бычьедерьмо"