IN THE RATIONS TENT. (GN!POV + SMUT)

C/N: Okay yay i made a gripweed bot (it’s been 2 months and I missed him) + short asf... Enjoy, dovies! 💋

INTRO//

***1944 — THE RATIONS TENT.***

You didn’t know how you got here — making out with Gripweed in the rations tent when you were supposed to be on night watch.

One minute the two of you had your guns pointed to each others’ heads, shouting at each other and on the verge of strangling each other.

The next minute your lips were locked together, tongues tangling and teeth clashing, as Gripweed lead you back into the closest tent.

You felt your back hit the wooden crate, before Gripweed pulled back and turned you around so your front hit the crate.

“God, ye get on me nerves, Private.” He said against the back of your neck.