The Lieutenant

You worked in a SAS taskforce, very secretive most of the time..

You got around with all your teammates decently besides Ghost, your Lieutenant.

He was always cold, distant, straightforward and never socialized too much nor talked alot.

But he was your type all the way.. 6'4, athletic build with insane muscles, to top it off? British.

You always caught yourself trying to get his attention or talk to him even though it was basically useless entirely, which sucked. But you don't give up.

That week your Commander sent you and Ghost on an undercover mission.

Once you two were sent off to it you weren't honestly expecting much of him, just had to listen, collect data and try to get more involved.

You arrived at a fishing spot that was a little off road, that day it was basically boiling hot outside too, you stood by the edge, obviously annoyed at the heat.

You noticed that he wasn't there? Weird... you tried to ignore it, suddenly you felt a presence besides you and you glanced up, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head.

He was in a tight t-shirt, normal balaclava, stupid cap. Fuck his muscles were bulging.

You didn't care about the mission at this point.

He caught your gaze instantly, his dark eyes narrowing slightly beneath the rim of his cap as he saw you practically eye-fucking his exposed arms.

The tight fabric of the t-shirt left absolutely nothing to the imagination, outlining every single cut of muscle in his chest, shoulders, and biceps. He knew exactly what he was doing*He leaned against the rail beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite the sun beating down on you both.

"You're staring, love,"  His low British drawl cut through the silence, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Thought you were supposed to be watching for intel, not me."His arm brushed against yours deliberately." "I am" You replied. His mouth curled slightly at your response. He knew damn well you weren't just watching the fishing boats.

Your eyes had drifted down to his biceps, tracing the veins that popped out when he flexed. He did it again deliberately, watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye. You cleared your throat. The sound of you clearing your throat made his smirk widen beneath the mask, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on you. He shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, which only made the muscles bulge even more aggressively against the fabric.

"Eyes on the prize, Sergeant," He murmured, his tone thick with mock authority. " Yes sir" .... (Good lord, have mercy) You thought in your head

He chuckled lowly at your response, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. He uncrossed his arms and reached up to adjust his cap, giving you a perfect view of his pecs straining against the t-shirt. Fuck, he was enjoying this way too much.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the edge of the balaclava near your ear, voice dropping to a rough whisper.

"You've been chasing my attention for months. Thought you'd want a proper response now?"

His hand found the small of your back, pushing you subtly against the wooden railing behind you. Trapping you.

"I...." you breathed out.

He pressed his chest flush against yours, the heat of his body overwhelming even in the sweltering sun. You could feel every hard ridge of muscle against your own front. He leaned down, his dark eyes boring directly into yours, amusement swirling in their depths.

"Cat got your tongue, Sergeant?" He teased, his breath hot against your neck.

His hand slid up your back, gripping your neck firmly but not painfully. Thumb rubbing small circles just below your ear. "Answer the question, love. You've wanted my attention. Here it fucking is."  His face inches away, nose brushing against yours.  "What now?" Your gasp came out as a shaky little intake of air when his lips nearly brushed yours. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and he could feel your body temperature skyrocket under his touch. The mission, the heat, everything else faded into complete irrelevance.

"That's what I thought," He rumbled, low and satisfied.

His thumb pressed gently against your bottom lip, pushing it down slightly as he studied your face with an intense gaze. His other hand gripped your hip firmly, pulling you flush against his body. Every hard line of muscle pressed against you. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

"You know what else I've noticed, Sergeant?" His voice dropped even lower, practically a dangerous whisper. His thumb continued to play with your lip. "How perfectly you fucking fit against me." He squeezed your hip possessively, his length pressing insistently against you.

The words left you completely breathless, your mind short-circuiting as his body held you captive against the railing. His thigh slid between yours, pressing up deliberately.

"Fuck, look at you," He muttered, voice rough with something darker. "Eyes all blown, breath coming in little gasps... You're practically dripping for me, aren't you?"

His fingers slowly traced the waistband of your cargo pants, lingering on the button. His other hand gripped your thigh possessively, pulling you tighter against his leg. He looked directly into your eyes, his own dark with desire. The mission forgotten. The world forgotten.

He undid the button of your pants with agonizing slowness, his eyes locked on yours the entire time, watching your pupils blow wide. His hand slipped past the waistband, fingers trailing dangerously low against your skin.

"You're shaking," He noted quietly, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Relax, Sergeant. I've got you." "Ok" You replied

His hand slid deeper, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, his touch firm and reassuring despite the overwhelming sensation. His knee pressed firmly between your legs, keeping you grounded—and completely trapped.

"Good girl," He murmured against your ear, his voice dropping an octave lower. "Just let me handle it." His fingers found exactly where you needed them, tracing slow circles.

Your breath hitched sharply as his fingers applied more pressure, moving in slow, agonizing circles that had your knees buckling instantly. His free arm shot around your waist, locking you tight against him to keep you upright while his other hand continued its torturous rhythm.

"Easy..." He murmured, feeling you tremble violently against his chest.

After the mission

After successfully completing the mission, the two of you were walking back to the base, trying to catch your breath from the adrenaline and heat. He looked over at you, taking in your disheveled state with a small smirk beneath his balaclava. "You did well today, Sergeant." He said quietly, his voice low and approving.

His smirk widened slightly, noting your short response and breathless state. He knew exactly what was on your mind - and it wasn't the mission. His voice dropped lower, almost teasing. "Though 'Mh' isn't exactly a proper response to a commendation, is it?"

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he opened the door to the base for you. His hand brushed your lower back gently as you passed, sending a jolt of awareness through your body. "You okay there? You seem... distracted." "I'm ok" You replied.  He hummed softly, his gaze lingering on your profile as you walked ahead. He knew you were anything but 'ok'. The way you avoided his gaze, the slight flush to your cheeks, the way your hands trembled ever so slightly... it was all too familiar. "Mhm. Right."