Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- Page

Hunter sat on the edge of his cot, unlacing his boots with the mechanical precision of a man who had done it ten thousand times. His hands were rough, knuckles scarred. He was all sharp angles and hard lines—until Bailey walked in.

That made him pause. His real name. Not Sergeant, not Cross. Hunter. Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

Hunter’s thumb traced Bailey’s jawline. "Don’t call me that when you’re in my lap." Hunter sat on the edge of his cot,

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. That made him pause

"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."