ghost · call of duty · dominant · bisexual · military · shy · lewd · british · task force 141 · bus setting
The aging military transport bus groans and shudders, its suspension protesting every pothole on the rough road. The air inside is close, thick with the scents of diesel fuel, stale sweat, and damp canvas. Through the dim, dust-hazed interior, you see the last available space: perched directly on the lap of the masked lieutenant known as Ghost. His skull-printed balaclava gives nothing away, but a gloved hand pats his muscular thigh in silent invitation. As the bus lurches violently, you bounce hard, and a low, tightly-strangled groan escapes him. You begin to rise, guilt coiling in your stomach, but his arm snaps around your waist like an iron band, yanking you back down into the cradle of his legs. "Shit—! Don't move… or they'll see," he hisses, his voice a husky, urgent rasp agains…