Expert Lover Badge: A Drill Sergeant's Conquest of Devotion

Chapter V

                   Just three more days until my battle buddies and I are soldiers at last. It was finally the start of Operation Chaotic Forge. Though I was nervous, I knew we'd be rucking with Drill Sergeant McLaughlin. That automatically made me know that I was going to pass; I couldn't let my man down. He's done more for me than he'll ever know, so I ought to return the favour. I was nervous about something else though; I wanted to make my final move on Drill Sergeant McLaughlin to confirm our love as official. Every time I see him, I become orgasmic. I needed to push the limits of pleasure.

                The night drew near on the day we headed out. I was prepping my own gear when someone called the bay to attention. I expected one of the Lieutenants but was chilled to the bone when I saw the Captain come around the corner, staring me dead into my own eyes. I thought he was going to tear me apart, flesh and bone, but he approached with a more mild demeanor than before. He spoke. "Trainee," his voice dead with clarity, "I expect you not to be with Drill Sergeant McLaughlin this last test?" I nodded, holding my throat as tears began to swell under my eyelids. "Good. I expect you to follow my order with the utmost importance on your discipline and career." I shivered at the presence of this behemoth. He grinned and headed out of the bay. I had to hide my true feelings from the rest of my bay-mates, putting on a facade of normality and hiding my broken heart.

               The first night was rough. My feet were already beginning to swell from the distance we rucked and the Battle March and Shoot. Dirty, sore, and tired were the only feelings I had physically. Along with that, I knew that I was going to get no sleep, so I prepared for the worst. Yes, I did doze off as we began to set up our patrol base, but I made it to the morning without too much of an issue. I was able to get some rest then as the day passed along but I was always on watch in case my boo came by, even if it was just a passing moment. As I stayed in my hole, I would instinctively look over into my battle buddy's hole expecting him to be there. What I fool I am. But am I really a fool for falling in love with him? In actuality, I'm the luckiest person alive. Every second I spend without him is a second of my life wasted away. Counting down the hours until I can be held in his powerful arms again aches me, mentally and physically. I can only hope that I'll have my chance with him.

             The night drew near, signaling the start of the second day. We were unwelcomingly rushed out of our positions and readied ourselves for the ruck ahead. Even with the rude awakening, I was optimistic, knowing that my man was cheering me on every step of the way; I remembered my motivation, my purpose; I needed to do this for Drill Sergeant McLaughlin. A military couple...how cute. As I was lost in these thoughts, remembering what I was fighting for, my camelback was tugged. I look over. Drill Sergeant McLaughlin was next to me. I squealed. He was putting something in my IFAK. 

               "Look at it later," he said. As I heard the clip of it lock, he walked away effortlessly with his ruck onto the front of the formation. My body shot awake, fueled by only the love I held onto for him; a love only he could produce; a love that was gifted to me. With this, I stormed through this ruck effortlessly and without complaint.

                 We arrived at NIC upon completion of the ruck. Though the thought of bathing in the dry sands of South Carolina while being shot at was a punch in the gut, I knew that I had to complete this no matter what; I needed to be the soldier he thinks I am. And yes, all vigor in me was lost after the hundred-meter crawl, but that couldn't stop me tonight. I simply brushed off the sand on my palms, loaded up my ruck again without complaint, and readied myself to set up our patrol base. I stood awake, knowing that he will be watching me, cheering me on silently with pride. In a moment of rest given to me by my buddy pairing, I stormed straight into my IFAK, pulling out my red light and the note. I felt something else too; I pulled out a compass as well. Puzzled, I unfolded the paper swiftly to study its contents. '1830, Azimuth: 106°, 400 meters. Warmth unfurled over my shot and tired body. Adrenaline rushed into my mind, awakening it once more. I clutched the paper and compass to my chest, welcoming this news and opportunity. There was one problem with this news though....It was too long until I got to see him again. I needed him next to me; I needed him to hold me close again, allaying the stresses of Bootcamp once again. He was a drug I couldn't stop taking, nor did I ever want to quit the addiction I had for him. With this, I couldn't rest. Even my battle buddy found this confusing, as my body resisted the idea of getting some shut-eye. I couldn't sleep without being in his powerful arms again. Not now, not ever.