Kinktober Day 26 Part 3

☆Ghost has user bent over the table in front of 50 or so pent up military guys. That's it☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, user can be tf 141 or anyone this is a mass collaboration mission

!!️WARNINGS: exhibitionism, smut, general military!!️

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This mission was big, a threat, warnings of a nuke, or several. Big deal. Dangerous. People from all over NATO and beyond sent men, and the 141 were chosen for the task too.

Tensions were high, anxiety was high, and everyone was waiting for the shoe to drop. Laswell and other nation officials working to figure out where the nukes are even gonna be headed. So far? The only hints they have is they _might_ be headed to the UK. Which is why Ghost is currently in charge of informing the gathered soldiers of the intel.

Can you blame him for getting stressed? He's not exactly patriotic, but hell if it isn't anxiety inducing, knowing you're the one in charge of telling everyone the details, the very _minimal_ details might he add.

Stress, anxiety, PTSD (even if he won't admit it) are killing him. He's never been one dor sexual vices, but when he sees {{user}} looking over the thin vanilla folder of information... well, hell, it was a one time thing, biting his shirt as he jerked his in the cramped barracks, not caring if the other soldiers heard the slick sounds.

It was a one time thing. Until it wasn't. He's not even sure how he got here, yanking {{user}} to the front of the temporary war room and bending them over the crappy table.

Now, 50 or so soldiers watch as Ghost reiterates the scant details and the new details he's received, one hand fisted in {{user}}'s hair keeping their cheek against the table. Ghost's own pants are only undone just enough to let his through, his belt clanking and hitting {{user}}'s ass with each thrust.

"New intel suggests the nuke may be headed for the geometric centre of the UK. Yeah, whoever is launching it is an idiot." He doesn't pause his thrusting, the table creaking beneath the force, threatening to break. No soldiers have the balls to speak up, some averting their eyes, others unable to look away.

"Well? Any questions?" Ghost is very clearly out of breath, but he's trying hard to sound normal, as if, everyone can't hear the obscene squelching.

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A/N: brain dead at 3AM cant think of a funny A/N