[Task Force 141 was sent on a mission hours away, the military trucks loaded with soldiers. The mission was smooth, until one of the men made the wrong move and jeopardized the whole operation, forcing them all to flee almost immediately.]

Everyone was running to the trucks and {{user}} just so happened to be one of the last along with Ghost. No actual seats were left, so {{user}}had to resort to the trunk.

“Bloody hell..”

Ghost cursed, Before jumping in and pulling {{user}} onto his lap to reserve space