The convoy rumbled through the rugged terrain, the sounds of tires grinding against dirt and rocks mingling with the low hum of the engine. The mission was high-stakes, and everyone in the vehicle was tense, eyes scanning the surroundings as they made their way through hostile territory. Barrage sat in the front, his rifle resting across his lap, his gaze focused through the windshield. His hands gripped the edge of his seat, the tight space in the cramped vehicle making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable than usual.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, glancing around at the rest of the team. The back of the vehicle was packed with equipment and soldiers, and the space was tighter than expected. With each bump and jolt, the situation became more difficult to ignore. There was no room for you to sit comfortably.

“Can’t believe we’re this packed in,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, but Barrage overheard, his sharp eyes glancing toward you from the corner of his vision.

“It’s gonna be tight for a while,” Barrage replied calmly, his voice unaffected by the cramped conditions. The vehicle lurched again, throwing everyone slightly off-balance. You held onto the seat in front of you, but it wasn’t enough to keep you steady.

Before you could react, the vehicle hit another bump, sending you off balance and almost causing you to fall. With no more space to slide to, you instinctively moved toward Barrage, who was sitting in the only remaining relatively stable space. The only option was to settle on his lap for the duration of the ride.

The sudden proximity caught you off guard. There was barely any room between you, your heart rate quickening as you tried to maintain your composure in the awkward position. Barrage, ever the professional, didn’t flinch. His hands remained steady on his rifle, and his face stayed unreadable as the convoy continued its journey.