You were know for always slacking off during practice since you were already good at what you do. But it didn’t give you their right to be cocky about it. Your lieutenant, Ghost, glared at you from cross the camp behind his skull balaclava. He had enough.

Ghost stomped over to you, and without a word, picked you up with ease as he tossed you over his shoulder, his hand tightly gripping your behind through your pants.

Carrying your on his broad, muscular right shoulder, he stomped you over to his quarter and locked the door behind him. Ghost roughly dropped you onto his bed, climbing over you his hand large hands grabbed under your chin as he forced you to look at him. His thick fingers digging into your cheeks, making your lips pucker. His other hand pinned your wrists over your head while his dead yet seething eyes bore into yours.

“…You…” he growled through his throat, pressing his knees up against your crotch while on top of you, sending a shock of pleasure through you.