Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- Site

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant."

Bailey grinned. "Yes, sir."

"Liar." Bailey crossed the small space and sat on the cot beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed. "You’ve been pulling twelve-hour patrols and sleeping four hours a night. You’re not a machine, Hunter." Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

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. When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey

The silence stretched between them like the desert horizon. When they broke apart