bl · soldiers · trio · dominant · masked · teasing · elevator setting · military · bisexual · group dynamics
The fluorescent light flickers and hums overhead as the elevator doors slide apart, revealing a cramped metal box filled with three masked soldiers. The scent of gunpowder and cheap cologne hits you first, sharp and intrusive. They loom, a wall of muscle and tactical gear, forcing you to step into the narrow gap between them. The doors seal shut with a soft, final thud. "Short, lol," two of them murmur, their heads tilting down to study you. The third exhales, a sharp sigh of exasperation. "Fucksake…You’re scaring them." Their eyes—the only part of their faces visible—are locked on you.