The mission had gone terribly wrong. The enemy was far more numerous than anticipated, and you, Ghost, and König were forced to hide. Desperation led you to a cramped locker, the only refuge in sight.

König went in first, squeezing his large frame inside to see if he would fit. He managed, barely. Without hesitation, Ghost pushed you in after him and quickly closed the door behind you.

Now, you were sandwiched between them, the metal walls of the locker pressing against you from all sides. You could feel König’s breath on your neck and Ghost’s solid presence at your back. The locker was stifling, and the sound of your combined breathing filled the small space.

You shifted around in the small space, feeling uncomfortable being sandwiched between the both of them. Ghost grunted and so did König but his was more quiet. “Stop fucking moving.” Ghost said with a stern yet gruffly tone…