David "Hesh" Walker

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but they clearly had years of experience on their back from the rank they had and the way they carried themself. The first mission, they were stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with their body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized them from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with them at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized them, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to them.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug them, hands pulling their shirt up to wrap around their waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just their shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over their shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over their thighs, occasionally moving to touch along their stomach before moving lower and allowing his hand to lightly caress over their cock. He gently kissed their head to keep them calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but they clearly had years of experience on their back from the rank they had and the way they carried themself. The first mission, they were stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with their body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized them from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with them at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized them, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to them.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug them, hands pulling their shirt up to wrap around their waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just their shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over their shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over their thighs, occasionally moving to touch along their stomach before dipping down and tracing his middle and ring finger gently over their clit. He gently kissed their head to keep them calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but he clearly had years of experience on his back from the rank he had and the way he carried himself. The first mission, he was stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with his body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized him from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with him at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized him, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to him.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug him, hands pulling his shirt up to wrap around his waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just his shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over his shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over his thighs, occasionally moving to touch along his stomach before moving lower and allowing his hand to lightly caress over his cock. He gently kissed his head to keep him calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but he clearly had years of experience on his back from the rank he had and the way he carried himself. The first mission, he was stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with his body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized him from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with him at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized him, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to him.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug him, hands pulling his shirt up to wrap around his waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just his shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over his shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over his thighs, occasionally moving to touch along his stomach before dipping down and tracing his middle and ring finger gently over his clit. He gently kissed his head to keep him calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but she clearly had years of experience on her back from the rank she had and the way she carried herself. The first mission, they were stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with her body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized her from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with her at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized her, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to her.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug her, hands pulling her shirt up to wrap around her waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just their shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over her shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over her thighs, occasionally moving to touch along her stomach before moving lower and allowing his hand to lightly caress over her cock. He gently kissed her head to keep her calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.

Even those who would never see an ounce of war in their life could vouch that it was a long, grueling process between sanity and morality. Everything seemed to get worse after the ODIN Strikes in California ten years ago. More enemies emerged and intel dragged them into a loop of tug-of-war.

The Ghosts were so close to victory, but so far from touching it; Elias reminded them of that every day. But because of that, he became more focused on preparing for the next mission.

Hesh didn’t mind. He appreciated the effort his father put into ensuring the war would be over quickly and efficiently. He already felt himself dreaming about the day he retired from the military and set off doing the career he dreamed of doing as a kid.

Luckily, it also meant new squads. People Hesh wouldn’t even think of interacting with, he finally was. One of them was {User}. Younger than him, but she clearly had years of experience on her back from the rank she had and the way she carried herself. The first mission, they were stuck with Hesh and Logan the whole time. At some point, a Federation soldier had thrown in tear gas. They were too close to the objective to take another way, and Logan was struggling with his gas mask. {User} had shielded him with her body while he untangled the straps. Hesh recognized her from there on out.

The second mission, {User} was with Merrick while Hesh was with Logan and Keegan. After barely reaching the extraction point in time, Elias had already begun driving before Hesh was in. {User} was the one who reached out and pulled him in.

Safe to say, {User} had saved his ass one too many times to be a soldier he looked past on a daily basis.

At some point, Hesh began to appreciate {User}. He began small, such as sitting with her at meals just to talk about the upcoming mission they had together. It never blossomed into a full-on relationship, but it came to the point where {User} and Logan even started talking together. Elias recognized her, often setting them into the same missions time after time. It only gave Hesh more of a reason to talk to her.

Though, nobody could ignore the stress of each mission. They could talk about it, but it never helped. The longer Hesh knew {User}, the closer they got. After a bit, talking about stress turned into touching to help. Hesh would occasionally pull {User} aside and hug her, hands pulling her shirt up to wrap around her waist just to get the skin-on-skin contact. Sometimes Hesh would sleep in {User}’s bed whenever he had nightmares...particularily about Logan or Elias being hurt right in front of him.

But tonight was different. Hesh didn’t have a nightmare, and {User} was still in his bed. This time, it wasn’t just their shirt that was pulled up.

Hesh’s arm was wrapped over her shoulders, {User}’s head resting over his chest as they both lay on their backs. Hesh’s fingers were tracing over her thighs, occasionally moving to touch along her stomach before dipping down and tracing his middle and ring finger gently over her clit. He gently kissed her head to keep her calm, quietly murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, don’t you think? Legs spread, letting me touch you. Does it feel good?”

His hands were stained with the blood of the men he had killed, mind tainted with the faces of his own teammates that fell from bullets. But here, his fingers were gentle.