When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant."
"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."
Hunter didn't look up. "Not hungry."
"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."
When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey let out a shaky laugh. "Took you long enough, Sergeant."
"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-
Hunter didn't look up. "Not hungry."
"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." When they broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Bailey