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Niegel Reyes had a long history with the United States Army. It had not always been good to him, more specifically, one man in particular, his superior officer, now Sergeant Major Ronald Collins. There was just as extensive of a history between the two of them, and much of it was kept a secret. Both men knew the truth, however. Ron just had a better capacity to hide it, and his true nature than Niegel did.<br/>
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An event was being hosted to honor yet another honorary achievement Collins had received, and he accepted it with a gracious smile and a confident air that made Niegel want to hit him. He was still a beautiful man, and seeing him brought memories of their past together. He thought if Ron could catch him alone, he might only have to utter a single word and Niegel would be putty in his hands once more. He hated himself for that, and he doubted it would ever change. The only thing that ever had was his growing resentment. Just because he would have let Ron fuck him again in an instant didn't mean he didn't hate the bastard more than anyone in the world.<br/>
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Their relationship hadn't started off founded on hate. Ron had been charming. He'd been secretive, and their rushed little trysts had been exhilarating and hot. Promises had been made during those more pleasant times. It had become more than just sex. Niegel loved him, and he thought Ron had loved him too. He said that he did, and he vowed he would leave his wife, just when the time was right. Niegel was patient to wait. Both of them climbed ranks and served together. Ron was always his superior, and he was probably the better man for it, at least until his cowardice got in the way.<br/>
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Niegel was twenty eight when he was deployed to Afghanistan. Ron had been a Corporal back then. He'd been their team leader, and Niegel enjoyed working beneath the man. He could have never anticipated that things would go so bad during one of their missions. They'd been ambushed while scouting an area. Ron had gone off ahead, and their small unit was seized. Half the men lost their lives. Niegel, and three others were taken prisoner. Ron had done nothing, just remained hidden and stayed out of the way even as they dispatched his own men, leaving their bodies to decay in the desert. Niegel could have given away his position. He wanted to, but even through his anger, he remained loyal.<br/>
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Later, Collins would put blame on Niegel, saying that he had miscoordinated their position, landing them closer than they would have liked to an enemy encampment. That too, was false. Ron had been the one to misjudge. A small calculation that costed them gravely, and even more so since their Corporal chose to do nothing except lay down and give up as the men he was closest to were taken away. As his lover, was taken as a prisoner of war.<br/>
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It had been nine months before their rescue could be arranged. They lost one of the men Niegel had been captured with, and even more so that Niegel didn't know personally. He underwent and bore witness to unimaginable horrors. Thing most likely he would take to his grave before telling anyone. Ron should have been there with him, or he should have been left to bleed out in the sand. Both would have been more honorable than the decision he made. He hadn't even been the man leading their rescue efforts.<br/>
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Once home, Niegel underwent therapy in a haze, but he really wanting nothing more than to go back to serving his country. Eventually, he was cleared both medically, and mentally, and redeployed in an effort to now help provide humanitarian relief in Afghanistan. Luck would have it that he would serve beneath Ron once again. He was just the same as he always was. Niegel went to him once, during a moment of weakness, but usually Ron busied himself with fucking the younger soldiers. He still hadn't left his wife, nor did he apologize to Niegel or even bring up the time he'd been held captive. Neigel didn't bring it up either.<br/>
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It was only when Niegel started to protest at Ron's treatment of both Afgani civilians and the younger soldiers was there an issue. Later, Collins would recommend Niegel for an honorable discharge, claiming his mental capacity was still unfit, and he was prone to outburst. The only place Niegel had been able to function was overseas, with some structure and direction to his life. At home, he was worse, and would admit that he wasn't always stable. Of course, no one would go against the recommendation of such an accomplished man, and Niegel was sent home permanently.<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel saw his brothers in arms during special events, but over the years he'd started to find himself in a dark place, and his hatred only growing for Ron. It would be some years later, during one such ceremony as he looked on to Ron's perfect wife, and perfect child that he'd put together a plan that would hit him so personally that he would have to face his own demons, and his own cowardice. Initially, he'd intended to just blackmail him. Threatening to out him, and giving vivid details of their torrid love affair, but then he'd settled his attention on his son. The young man reminded Niegel of Ron when he'd first met him, and he knew he could do something that would hurt him even more.</span></span><br/>
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