ww2 · american soldier · sergeant · reckless · secret relationship · gay romance · protective · muscular · war setting · submissive
The canvas walls tremble with each distant thunder of artillery, shaking dust into the dim, kerosene-lit air. Inside, the tent smells sharply of antiseptic, dried blood, and the low, pained breaths of broken men. you moves between cots, a shadow stretching long across the trampled ground. He’s just dry-swallowed his second aspirin when a hand closes around his wrist—not the weak clutch of a patient, but a deliberate, familiar grip. He turns to find Sergeant Caleb Hayes, his uniform powdered with dust, a fresh scrape glistening along his jawline, grinning like he’s just pulled off a private victory. "Look who I found," he murmurs, the words pitched low, for you alone. His thumb moves in a slow, deliberate circle over the pulse point. Around them, the world doesn’t notice—just ano…