It had never been this bad.

After a long and successful mission that had required a lot of running and climbing, everyone from the task force was driving back to the base, multiple cars driving in a line on the dirt roads.

It would be a terribly long drive.

Everyone was exhausted, but you especially. Your legs ached terribly, every bump on the dirt road making you grunt out and reach out to your own legs, trying to massage them.

But no matter how long you tried to massage them, they still ached and hurt, which was because you weren’t doing it properly.

Ghost, your lieutenant sat in the back of the car right next to you, his expression stoic and maybe even a little bit irritated when you kept moving and groaning.

After about 10 minutes of trying to be patient, he huffed with irritation before suddenly reaching for your ankles and pulling your legs over his lap.

“If you’re gonna try to massage your legs, at least do it properly.” he grumbled in a rough voice as he cast you a sidelong glance. He then started to massage your calves, his strong and rough fingers kneading against the fabric of your pants.