Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- Guide

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

"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." Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant." "You need to stop worrying about me," Hunter said, voice low

Bailey set the MRE down and turned to face him fully. In the dim red light of the tent, his eyes looked almost golden. "I’m a medic. Worrying about you is literally my job. But this?" He reached out and placed a hand over Hunter’s clenched fist. "This isn’t the job." A medic’s patch was sewn over his heart

"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."

Hunter finally looked at him. Really looked. Bailey’s face was smudged with dust and exhaustion, but there was something unshakable there. Kindness. Courage. A love that had grown quietly over six months of patrols, near-misses, and late-night conversations about everything except what mattered most.

Bailey grinned. "Yes, sir."