And I walked back up to her."You don't have to stop there," Bridget said with a laugh."You're serious?" I finally said."Yes. Absolutely. I'm as seriou...s as serious can be," she said.I took off my shirt."Nice. I like that," she said. Bridget walked up to me and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. I could not fucking stop staring at her body.I unbuttoned my jeans and I unzipped them. She said nothing. She walked up to me, and pulled them down.I stood in front of this hot as fuck girl in. ‭ ‬Do you understand baby girl‭?‬ I exclaim asking to get a quiet nod I hold onto her while standing up before I make sure she can‭‬t see all the bodies that surrounded us.‭ ‬I was used to carnage but this even made my body quiver with disgust and sadness.‭ ‬I could only image what she would‭ ‬feel.‭ ‬I made our way to one of the bathrooms on the first floor.‭ ‬I came to what was Jack,‭ ‬Sierra,‭ ‬and Mandy‭‬s room.‭ ‬I don‭‬t see anyone inside while I put her on the bed. ‭‬ Now stay in here. I saw her exactly as he had briefly described her. She was walking to the laundry room, obviously just off of her shift. Her long dark hair had just been let down over her shoulders. It cascaded down behind her white tank top. As my gaze followed down I could clearly tell she wasn't wearing a bra. The exact shape of her D-cup breasts could been seen clearly to anyone who looked long enough. She was unwinding from her twelve hour work day and didn't seem to care about how she was seen for the. Which were not comfortable in the first place. A suit leak in the confined space of a fighter command seat was basically a death sentence. Where my ore carrier could spend several months in space, the standard fighter was limited to hours. Which quickly dwindled to minutes when in combat.Most of the mass they saved was used in armament. They carried a Gatling rail gun. A half-pound depleted uranium slug hitting you at Mach 10 speeds will really mess up your day.But all of this wasn’t of any.