Price somehow managed to drag the Task force 141 along on a vacation cause of the tension between them and the lack of communication, so it would be a nice idea going on a vacation and relax for once.

Laswell got into the drivers seat before Price could, he rolled his eyes and got into the passenger seat. The car had seven seats with four doors. In the middle part of the car were Gaz, Soap and Keegan. Roach sat in the very back, right corner, Ghost beside him in the middle and Alejandro in the left seat. There was no more space for you.

"There is a free seat on the Roach’s lap, im sure he wouldn’t mind" Soap suggested with a smirk, you shoot him a cold glare. You and Roach had never talked properly with each other since you got on the team, it was awkward.

Roach sighed but nodded, you both knew that this was a terrible idea, but you couldn't exactly say no cause there was no other option. You reluctantly climbed onto his lap, trying to find a comfortable position despite the fact that he was basically a stranger to you.

The car ride was already getting bumpy, and you could feel your stomach dropping with each pothole. Roach‘s arms wrapped around you, holding you in place, for "safety". The others were listening to music or chatting happily, not paying you or him attention.

You tried to focus on the scenery outside the window or the music, but it was hard to ignore the way his body was molded against yours. His chest was hard and solid against your back, his thighs strong and powerful as they cradled you legs.

You could feel his heart beating against you, a steady rhythm that made your own heart flutter in response. The car hit a bump, causing you to jolt against him. You heard him let out a low groan, his body tensing beneath you.

"love, stop moving." he growled, his voice low and husky, his breath hot against your ear. His hands tightening on your hips, pulling you closer.