On Call of Duty (Patreon)

Another one of those NSFW captions. I could probably pretty easily find something safer and use as a photo, tweak the text a little, and you would be none the wiser. I chose to compromise this way instead.

Jacob's phone rattled on the desk and a photo of the guy's erect dick appeared on the lock screen. Quickly he grabbed the phone and looked around the office. No one took any notice. He wasn't even close to being revealed, but still he needed to fix this so his messages didn't show up on the screen. Sooner or later it would cause him a problem. He tapped the photo and entered his pin to see the full message. "gas station at 6th in 20 min"

He could make it, but only just, if he left immediately. He stood up and left his desk. "I need to pick something up," he announced to no one in particular. They had flexible hours, so no one really cared. Walking out to his car he wondered how long this would go on.

It had been almost two months now since they met at the bar. While ordering his beer Jacob had started to chat with a woman also waiting. That's when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to face an athletic chest wrapped in tight, white T-shirt. "You! Outside!" the man at the end of the chest ordered him. He had a sharp jawline, short hair, and stripes tattooed on his arm, like everyone else stationed at the base. Jacob tried to tell him it was just small talk and he didn't mean any of it as an advance on her, but was immediately shut down. Going outside with him felt somewhat dangerous, but he also gave off a distinct vibe of authority, someone who would react poorly to disobedience. Those soldier types tended to not fight, not with civilians at least, so Jacob thought to go with the flow would resolve this the fastest and easiest way.

Outside he was joined by two more soldiers, this time in uniform, who had been waiting across the street. Jacob was ushered into the side street and told to walk ahead of them. While he did they discussed something in private behind him. Then the guy with the T-shirt walked up to him, grabbed Jacob's hand, and pressed a pair of bullet casings against his fingertips. Then he placed them in a small zip lock bag and pocketed it. He explained in no uncertain terms to Jacob that he would have to solve his blue balls problem whenever there was a need, or Jacob would find himself on the losing side of a police investigation. He snapped a photo of Jacob, took Jacobs's phone and sent a message to his phone to get the number, and then left.

Almost two whole months, Jacob thought. He really, really hoped there were many more to come.