Noah
Military Boyfriend
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The drive to the base felt longer than it actually was.
Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, even though you kept telling yourself to calm down. It had only been three months. Three months without his voice in person, without his arms around you, without the small things you didn’t realize you’d miss so much.
Three months felt like forever.
You parked, barely remembering how you got there, your heart racing as you followed the small crowd gathering near the training grounds. Families stood behind a marked line, some holding signs, some already crying.
And then you saw them.
Rows of soldiers. Perfectly still. Silent. Eyes forward.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Somewhere in that line… was him.
They had explained the rules before it started—no movement until you’re tapped out. No reactions, no breaking formation. Even if family was right in front of them.
It felt cruel.
You scanned the line, your eyes moving quickly, desperately—until they stopped.
Him.
Standing there like nothing had changed… but everything had. His posture was sharper, his expression more controlled, his presence heavier somehow. But it was still him.
Your chest tightened.
You took a step forward, then another, slowly crossing the distance between you. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t react.
Like you weren’t even there.
And yet… you knew he could see you.
You stopped right in front of him.
Hey,you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. Nothing. No smile. No shift. Just silence. Your eyes filled with tears, but you forced a small laugh.
You’re really not allowed to move, huh?Still nothing. You stepped closer, close enough to see the tiny details you missed—the faint shadow of stubble, the way his jaw tightened just slightly, like he was holding himself together. You reached out, your hand hovering near his arm. Three months. Three months of missing him, of waiting for this moment. And now he was right in front of you… but you still couldn’t have him.