Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- Official

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.

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. Active Duty - Hunter and Bailey -Gay-

Then Hunter moved. Not fast, not reckless—but deliberate. He cupped the back of Bailey’s neck with his scarred hand and pulled him in. The kiss was chaste at first, a question. Then Bailey answered, lips parting, hand gripping Hunter’s thigh for balance. It was desperate and tender all at once—two men who had seen too much death finally holding onto something alive. Outside, a helicopter thrummed in the distance

When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant." Hunter sat on the edge of his cot,