1 for soldier?

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The two of you are in an incredibly cramped space as the gunfire continues from outside the alley. You’re both hidden behind some discarded scraps of… something. Metal maybe? Who knows at this point.
All you’re really aware of is how close Jack is to your face. His arms are on either side of you, forcing you against the cold, unwelcoming wall. You can’t help but stare down at his covered mouth, wondering what he’s thinking pinning you like this.
Only when the sounds begin to fade away does Jack begin to speak.
“I’m sorry for keeping you in such an uncomfortable position,”
“It’s not a big deal,” you reply.
The cloth you have covering your mouth shields most of the blush. Apparently he can still tell you’re a flustered mess, though.
He leans his head down to yours again, pressing his forehead gently against yours. Your eyes widen in both fright and surprise, waiting for his next move. His finger pries down the cloth of your mouth, and he reaches up to remove his visor with a soft click.
“Do you mind?” he asks.
You can only manage to shake your head.
You feel him press his lips against yours. He doesn’t pull away, closing his eyes and just enjoying your presence.