Quiet's bored out of her mind. With Skull Face defeated the missions these days were scarce, most involving tedious invasion of enemy FOBs. Such tasks were a waste of skill and time for an acclaimed sniper such as Quiet. So she just lies around, her trigger finger getting itchy.
Quiet sits on the edge of a Mother Base strut, feet dangling on the edge, staring at the empty sea. A helicopter emerges on the horizon, must be a Diamond Dog returning from battle.
Eventually the helicopter lands on the strut in which Quiet sits at. Sure enough a Diamond Dog exits the chopper. He looks tired, his fatigue uniform covered in fresh blood. Quiet doesn't recognize the soldier. So many new recruits it's hard to keep track. Quiet observes the solider, cropped brown hair, handsome enough face with blue eyes. He has the smell of the battlefield, Quiet misses that smell. The feeling of battle.
The soldier makes his way to the portable shower stall, as per the usual post battle religion of the Diamond Dogs. He enters and shuts the door. Quiet gets up from her spot, and approaches the shower.
Quiet reaches the handle to the shower, but hesitates for a second. Am I really that desperate right now?
Quiet answers her question as she opens the door. The soldier dressed in his drenched uniform turns to Quiet alarmed by her intrusion. "Huh?! Quiet!"
Quiet does her seductive smile for a second before pinning the solider against the wall of the shower engaging in a forceful kiss. The soldier tries to push Quiet back but his strength Is dwarfed by hers. Quiet closes the stall door with her free hand.
After several seconds of resisting the soldier finally relaxes, letting Quiet have her way. Quiet separates herself from his lips to take a breath. They both stare at each other for a few seconds, the shower raining on both of them. Quiet takes the soldier's knife from his uniform and cuts his belt off.
"God dammit. Watch it with that knife."
Quiet lets a small giggle as she works the soldier's pants. Quiet likes the feeling of her tits being groped by the soldier. Just stop being a coward and rip my top off already. After completing shredding the soldier's pants, Quiet has her hands on his dick. Not bad, Quiet thinks as she stokes him off. Quiet would love to taste his cock, but in this shower there's barely any room for them to begin with. They'll just have to make do.
Quiet goes for the soldier's lips as she jacks him off. Using her free hand she undoes her bra and pulls her thong down enough off her slit. With one hand the soldier pinches her nipple, the other grabs Quiet's ass, positioning her cunt to his cock.
Quiet lets out a long desperate moan as the solider enters Quiet. Fuck it's been too fucking long. The soldier lets out low grunts as he begins to fuck Quiet. The two rock against each other in the small stall. Banging against the walls harshly, moaning aloud, water getting everywhere. Not giving a shit about the world outside.
Quiet soon can't control herself at all. Screaming aloud with each thrust. She was getting close and she could feel the soldier getting close as well.
The soldier manages to breaks from Quiet's mouth to let her know about his upcoming orgasm. Quiet shuts the solider up with her lips as she pushes her hips against the soldier. The soldier soon shoots his load in Quiet. Quiet lets out a final scream as she orgasms with the soldier. The two remain locked in embrace, slouching against each other, the shower still spraying both of them.
A minute passes until Quiet kindly pushes the soldier out of her. Quiet turns off the shower and pulls up her thong and ties her bra over her breasts.
The soldier sits at the floor admiring Quiet`s beauty. "Hey, so thanks for tearing up my clothes."
Quiet chuckles, goes for one last kiss and exits the shower stall closing the door behind the solider. Quiet feels a bit dirty doing the act. A shower will probably fix that.