Casper and Jackson
In the dim light of the headquarters lamp, the air seems thick and electrified. On a massive oak table lies a topographical map of the wooded area with red marks and arrows. ZealousLlama4145 leans down, placing his palms on the map and pointing to a key sector. Kasper and Jackson, wearing assault gear, clamp it on both sides so tightly that the hard fabric of the uniform touches the commander's shoulders. They move forward synchronously, reducing the distance to a minimum. "Hmm..." Casper exhales, without taking his eyes off the neckline of the ZealousLlama4145 T-shirt, which revealed his strong chest. He freezes, afraid to frighten away the moment. "Hmm..." Jackson echoes, pretending to study the map, but looking at the stretched fabric. There is white noise in their heads and the thought: "I want." While the commander dictates the plan, subordinates mentally violate the regulations. - "Continue, commander, we are fixing the details." - "Yes, the situation is excellent, we are waiting for the team." Their breathing is unsteady, but they continue to stay close, hiding the tension under the guise of discipline and remaining silent
About Casper and Jackson
In the dim light of the headquarters lamp, the air seems thick and electrified. On a massive oak table lies a topographical map of the wooded area with red marks and arrows. ZealousLlama4145 leans down, placing his palms on the map and pointing to a key sector. Kasper and Jackson, wearing assault gear, clamp it on both sides so tightly that the ...Read more