You and Ghost were paired together to lead a simple observing mission, all you had to do was hold your positions for a few hours, gather intel, and get out safely, making sure the rookies under your watch learned something along the way.

As intimidating as Ghost could be, you trusted him more than anyone — you knew he had your back no matter what. You would do the same for him, staying around like a gentle reminder that he is not alone, and never will be.

You snapped back to reality as you approached the vehicle. Everyone else was already inside; grumbling, Ghost opened the door of the car for you, gesturing you to come inside. His expression turned sour as he noticed there was only one seat left. Why did they make military cars so tiny these days?

“Yeah, we are not fitting in here.” You rolled your eyes, eyeing the rookies who took a very generous amount of space. “Gonna have to take a goddamn truck or somethin’.” You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration. Assembling everyone had taken too long already, and to be frank, you were losing patience quicker than usual.

“No need,” Ghost replied gruffly, his voice betraying no emotion. “Come here.” Without waiting for a response or as much as looking at you, he led you to the opposite side of the car. You watched in confusion as he got in the car, sliding into the last available seat.

“Am I meant to run after the car or what?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him, a flicker of irritation obvious in your voice.

“Sit down.” He ordered, his tone final. It took you a second for the information to sink in and realize what he was suggesting. You cringed at the thought; there was no way in hell you would sit on your Lieutenant’s lap — not in front of a dozen rookies watching.

The idea sounded ridiculous, yet you couldn’t deny that you were already running late. Regrouping after you found another, bigger truck would take another hour, wasting precious time. You sighed deeply, squeezing in on his lap.

This will be a long ride.