Active Duty - Hunter And: Bailey -gay-

"This can’t happen," Hunter whispered. "Not here. Not on active duty. If command found out—"

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.

Active Duty: The Distance Between Us

"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."

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant." Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

Hunter’s thumb traced Bailey’s jawline. "Don’t call me that when you’re in my lap."

Outside, a helicopter thrummed in the distance. War was still out there. But in that small, borrowed space, they had found something worth coming home for. "This can’t happen," Hunter whispered

Hunter didn't look up. "Not hungry."

Bailey grinned. "Yes, sir."