Active Duty - Hunter And - Bailey -gay-

Bailey grinned. "Yes, sir."

"They won’t," Bailey said softly. "Not unless we tell them. And I’m not asking for a parade, Hunter. I’m asking you to stop pretending you don’t feel this." Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

"You need to stop worrying about me," Hunter said, voice low. "That’s an order." Bailey grinned

The forward operating base was quiet for once. No mortars, no distant gunfire. Just the hum of generators and the whisper of desert wind against the shipping containers that served as their makeshift home. And I’m not asking for a parade, Hunter

"You skipped chow again," Bailey said, leaning against the doorframe of the conex box they shared. His ACU top was unbuttoned, revealing a gray t-shirt underneath. A medic’s patch was sewn over his heart. "I brought you an MRE. Chili Mac. Your favorite."