Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

Jenny POV There are things that I can't say, that even Benny, my partner doesn't know... You know, these things don't necessarily have to do with secret missions, after all I am a soldier. I am a Gamma, meaning that I was born to fight, I have a great sense for fighting, missions and all that. Not that the others aren't good too, but Gammas have a natural predisposition for these things. I didn't start training at the age of 5, like Hope, but that didn't stop me from having excellent results.

I said as I looked at the man expectantly. He was in a full suit, he had the sign tucked under his arms while taking my luggage from me and started moving towards a car. My brother and I were very close growing up but our recent life choices had us mostly separated for a long time. We came from a troubled home with our narcissistic and abusive father and our weak complaint of a mother who put her father before anything, even us her children. Kelvin couldn't stand living in our home, so at the age of twenty years, freshly out of high school, he enlisted into the army. I was eleven years old at the time and those years were my hell. He spent three years in training and then spent another six

Using the bereavement compensation his parents left behind, he rented the cheapest shack in the village and marched straight into the military recruitment office to enlist. "Once I join the army and rack up enough achievements, I'll be able to get you registered as a military spouse. When that time comes, no one can marry you off!" Nathan vowed. During his first three years as a new recruit, he risked his neck every day in the reconnaissance company. Before heading out on any dangerous mission, he would always slip my photo into his breast pocket, right against his chest. Meanwhile, I worked a civilian desk job in the Personnel Office, pinching every penny of my meager salary. During our dar

"Just so you understand, I expect reciprocal questions for every one you've asked me and I am keeping count." Oh no. "I joined the military right out of high school, and it has a way of giving men particular skill sets which comes in handy for different professions post service." I run over his words in my head. "You said a lot of words without saying much at all." Graham smirks. "I know. Now tell me about you. Where did you come from? Why are you here? How long do you plan on staying?" He reminds me of a child trying to get in all of his questions at one time, and I wait until he finishes before I answer them altogether as quick as possible.

I remember I was barely sixteen when I started researching about the different divisions. One of the happiest times of my teenage life was the day I got my letter. Two years in the army I decided to join the navy. It wasn’t long after my training, I got recruited for my first big mission in Iraq, then Namibia. Got home a few years after that. Met a woman. Almost got myself married but the man upstairs took pity on a fucker like me, and killed her before I went down that road. Thorn, the club and my pops were there to pick my sorry ass up. It wasn’t long after that fuck-fest I got recruited by Rounder to join the Special Ops team.

“Was life too hard in the army?” Clare, Caleb, and Carl looked at their mother before they shared a glance. Clare cleared her throat and stated, “I won’t lie to you. It was tough and very exhausting at first. I even thought of coming back but I did not want to embarrass you and Dad, so I just had to grit my teeth and bear through it.” Caleb picked up from where Clare left and he continued to narrate, “We were placed in different training camps and we rarely saw each other. But when we did, Clare and I were still undergoing our training while Carl had already become a high school teacher.”

“Because of my alpha duties, I couldn’t re-enlist in the Navy, so I came home to take over from papá (Dad). My enlistment had postponed my ceremonia alfa (alpha ceremony) for a year, so I didn’t take over until last year, when I was 22.” “I was on leave for two weeks from the Marines and I happened to get home the night before the ceremony.” Hakeem walks to Gael with some onions, which he dumps into a second pan on the stove. He looks at Gael with a smile on his face. He pulls Gael to face him, wrapping his arms around his waist as Gael does the same. They look so happy and it sends tendrils of warmth throughout my body. “The second I walked into the packhouse, I could smell the most a

Since Chassie, Keely and their cousin Ramona West were the only girls, Aunt C made doubly sure they spent time alone away from their wild boy cousins. Chassie’s thoughts flew to Cam. She couldn’t comprehend not ever seeing his teasing smile again. Or being a victim of his practical jokes. Or watching him lace up his battered running shoes before he took off on his daily ten-mile run. Cam’s life obsessions were working out and guns. No one had been particularly surprised when he’d enlisted in the armed forces. But his family was shocked when he’d made the military—not the McKay Ranch—his career. She balanced the tin of cookies. She’d barely climbed the steps when her cousin Colt stepped on th