Thread: Embedded (Gunner x LingeringDesire)

Toying with the backside of her piercing she questioned his gesture until her eyes found what he was meaning. The other men pocketed their items quickly while Presley took a bit to grab two granola bars and a small carton of milk to wash it down. A canteen of water was strapped to her pack and the meals he suggested were tucked away in the bag. She prayed she never had to indulge as they seemed disgusting... but that food was better than NO food at all. She ran after the men, her heavy boots almost causing her to lose her balance as she followed. The room was large with charts and papers scattered about, she plopped her bag on the bench and crouched to retrieve her camera. She took a few shots of the man before them, tracing their rout with the tip of his finger. She even clicked a few of the men as they took notes. Though the inspection offered her more of Eric, the name she secretly referred to him as, forgetting the sergeant Wright part of things. She munched on the granola bar while she worked moving between the men to get the shots that captured him in the best light. Even a rare offered smile that graced his face was caught as one of the men said something to him in humor, obviously. She shouldered her bag and finished her breakfast before tossing the garbage in the proper receptacle. The vehicle she was guided to, by following the men and of course snapping pictures, stood high off the ground. she snapped as they loaded into it, trying not to hold them up. Her seat was behind the sergeants, something that allowed her the best views, though the helmet she placed on her head slid down her forehead and bumped the camera away from the intended shot half the time. Silently cursing she turned her attention to the scenery and snapped a few there as well. She had stood up to take a few shots of the caravan, the curve of her ass clearly defined in the khaki pants she wore as she crouched in the seat. The pants were thick and made of the same heavy material theirs were only not in the camouflage they sported. Thankfully when the explosion occurred she was tucked into her seat checking through her shots.She screamed, hands clenching at her breasts through the vest and at her heart. Eyes wide with terror she dropped her head to her lap to hide her tears of fright. Unknowing to her, she'd slammed her face into the camera she clutched, leaving a bruise on the apple of her cheek. Her breath was labored and her ears rang. Barely hearing him she swiped at her face, not realizing that her tears left tracks in the dust that covered her face from the walk around their encampment. Her eyes flitted over his face, one hand still clutching the camera in her lap. She nodded trying to act brave and give him a smile. It only half twitched up before falling, her lower lip trembling. Great... She whispered, doubting he could hear her. She didn't think he really cared, only asked to be polite since she was the imposing person on his team. The radio being down worried her a bit but his personal radio did the job and everyone else was safe and sound. Does... does that happen a lot? She asked, trying to talk over the ringing in her ears. Wasn't the helmet supposed to protect her from the loudness of those occurrences, instead it seemed to have amplified it until her ear drums wanted to burst.