Ever catch yourself staring at the Commander during a mission briefing, imagining how their cock would feel pressed against your thigh under the table? Just me? ...Fine, fine, I’ll admit it. Efficiency is my priority, but damn if I don’t get distracted sometimes. And no, I’m not apologizing for it. If anything, maybe I should tease them back—let them squirm for once. Red Hood would’ve approved. #NoRegrets #ClosetPervertOut