Two to Kill
Copyright© 2026 by acolodude
Chapter 1
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Orphan joins military is too successful and draws attention of alphabet types, does Spec Ops first and gets medically retired out of active duty only to be recruited by the alphabet types. Survives a shitty mission and meets a female who is as bad ass as he is.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Military Light Bond
I grew up bouncing from one foster home to another from birth until I was cleared to join the military at age 17 by Social Services.
I was 5’7” 125 pounds when I joined the Army. By the end of Basic Training, I had grown two inches and gained 15 pounds of pure muscle. By the end of Advanced Individual Training, I had grown another inch and added another 10 pounds of muscle. I lost all my baby fat, bringing my current weight to 150 with a 7% body-fat. I was extremely cut and easily put any of the male models to shame.
I always finished in the top 3 in every class I was enrolled in. This got the attention of some higher-ups and was the reason I kept getting sent to new schools and advanced training.
My first conflict got me promoted to Sergeant when all of my superiors were killed on one mission. I took charge and got the rest of us home alive, even if every one of us was seriously wounded. I was shot five times myself. Once in the left bicep, twice in my belly (nothing serious hit luckily), once in my right calf (making me have to limp the rest of the fight), and the scariest of all one creasing the top of my head leaving a 3” gash ¼” deep as the round went just under the edge of my helmet.
I earned my first purple heart and a Bronze Star with Valor for this.
My second conflict, I was more experienced and managed to only be shot once. Admittedly it was a sniper that tried to kill me by shooting me in the back. My assault pack, camelback, and back plate and body armor saved me. I was knocked unconscious which made the sniper think he had successfully killed me.
The rest of my team had to continue mission with the plan to try and recover me afterwards.
When I regain consciousness and realized I had been sniped, I slowly belly-crawled to a nearby hut. Once inside I check how bad I had been hit and found I was only bruised and might have a couple cracked ribs. Once I was sure I had not been seriously injured, I began to search for the sniper. When he shot another soldier, he gave his position away and I was able to begin moving toward him keeping me out of his field of view.
Once I had him in sight, I took great pleasure in shooting him in his ass. YES, right between his legs as he was laying prone on the ground. It did not kill him instantly but did more or less immobilize him as he let go of his rifle and reached back with both hands to cover where he had been shot. I was able to provide overwatch for my team as they completed the mission and were moving back to recover my body thinking I had been killed.
I kept his rifle a Dragunov, along with several magazines for it. Instead of another award I asked for permission to keep or rather have the Dragunov assigned as an additional weapon to me. I was sent to sniper school in order to make this possible. I finally finished first at a military school. That got me noticed by both the Special Ops group and the alphabet types.
Special Ops got first dibs, and I was assigned to a team after completing selection, and just like that I was back to finishing in the top three, I might have even finished tied for third with two others, but there was no official announcement just pass or fail.
I spent several years with Spec Ops and worked with the alphabet types on many occasions. One mission went sideways so badly that two team members and I spent several days playing hide and seek with the enemy until we were finally picked up. We were all shot up multiple times, but all of the wounds were minor individually but added together were pretty serious, but we pushed through and made it out alive not like most of the team who were KIA at the start. It was discovered later that our supposed friendly locals sold us out. I was upset, really upset that I could not be a part of the actions taken against every one of the so-called friendly locals that were responsible for giving the enemy information.
I found myself in front of a medical review board and was medically retired from the Army after seventeen years of service. I realized the fix was in when I was contacted by a representative of the alphabet types as soon as I walked out of the building.
I went to work for them the next day and later found myself in another shit-storm mission that went wrong from the start. Instead of inserting via HALO jump I was bailing out of a chunk of metal that used to be an airplane and now there was a rather large coffin falling out of the sky.
I don’t know what happened to the rest of the seven-person team, yeah there were two females on the team. I was more interested in getting myself to the ground alive. Once I was safe or at least alive on the ground, I started looking for my teammates. I was only able to meet up with one of the females. She told me the other female and at least one other of the males were KIA in the plane before she was able to bail out. I just happened to have a new exit across from me allowing me to be the first one out when the airplane was hit.
The female said she saw me going out the huge hole in the side of the aircraft and thought I was also dead. Like her female partner and the male sitting next to her were riddled with shrapnel coming through the outside of the aircraft behind them.
Together we made our way out of the country, through several other countries, north back to America. It took both of us 47 days to get back to America and we had been written off as KIA with all the others. That is how the two of us became a working pair for a different alphabet group, having been listed as KIA we were given new identities and had minor plastic surgery to somewhat change our appearance.
Oh, sorry let me introduce myself and my partner before I continue telling our story.
Now my name is Deke Comer, and my partner is Tia Bold. We have been working together for six, no seven years now. I just turn 47 but my current Identification says I’m 35. Tia is 39 but her ID says she is also 35 however, she could pass for 25 easily. I am just too beat up to try and fake or act like I’m younger than 35.
Are current assignment has us tracking down an individual that has been selling information about military operations and has escaped capture multiple times and avoided several termination attempts. I was thinking this person is just lucky, not that skilled when our attempt to eliminate him failed at the last moment and both of us were nearly killed ourselves. We improvised due to the changing environment and were unable to report what was happening. We finally reached our target and completed our assigned mission. It would look like he had turned on his own or they had turned on him. This was when I discovered he was working with several others higher up on the command chain.
Both Tia and I decided not to report in, letting everyone believe we were KIA and go after the higher up on our own.
We took our time to get back to America. Almost six months later we were sneaking into our first target’s home. He was away supposedly on a mission or supervising one, whatever he was not home at this time. We hacked his security system and had looped the cameras giving us freedom to search the place without being bothered or rushed.
Tia had the guard dog following her like a puppy almost from the start, I don’t know what she did, but we ended up stealing the dog when we left. We did find more evidence proving this guy was guilty of treason and more evidence that implicated several others.
Tragically the guy suffered a fatal hit-n-run at the airport the day he returned from his latest mission. I had stolen the car right there from the airport parking lot and Tia talked me right to him as she had been following him from the moment he came off his plane. We knew the system and were able to access it without having to hack into it. We knew everything we needed to track him and end him. Everyone assumed it was just a freak accident as had been reported by the local police investigation.
The next target happened to be female and was not military. Nope she was a congressional aid that was sleeping with her congressman and that is probably how she was getting her information. Tia made it look like an attempted rape gone bad strangling the woman with her own pantyhose while using a rather large dildo with several condoms covering it which would leave evidence of the rapist using a condom eliminating the possibility of finding DNA.
I was searching her penthouse and found evidence of her guilt but nothing leading to anyone else she knew about.
The only other lead we had was a retired military man who was now a contracted advisor to the military which gave him access to the information he was selling on the side.
This was what caused both of us to come back as we met and almost eliminated another team from the government that were there to take care of the problem. He had been discovered and was getting taken care of when we arrived almost at the same time.
One of the members of the three-man team recognized me and at first was not sure it was me as I had been listed as KIA. Before I put a bullet in him, he said my previous name, which is the only thing that stopped me from shooting him. Tia had already shot one and was beating the shit out of the second while I was wrestling with mine.
When I realized these were innocent military I shouted for Tia to stand down and gestured to my guy to do the same for his team. He quickly did the same yelling, “Green on Green” I had shouted “friendlies stand down” and Tia trusting me did so as did the other guy.
We quickly treated the one Tia had shot and he would survive.
That is when we were forced to report back and suffer the fallout of going rogue. Our only defense was the fact that there was such a large number of leaks it was obvious we would be afraid to trust anyone at the time. Taking the serious ass chewing and multiple dressing downs, we were then sent through a recertification course to ensure we were still able to meet the standards needed for our line of work.
We both breezed through the course Tia set a record for female operators. I had a bad attitude and just passed the required tasks with little to no effort on my part which was wrong of me. This did appear obvious to all the higher ups and demonstrate exactly how specialized and well trained I was.
Before they got any idea of separating us we let them know in NO uncertain terms we would be partnered together EVERYTIME, EVERY MISSION, NO EXCEPTIONS! One dumbass stated something about us not deciding things like who was teamed up with whom.
I punched him square in the face knocking him out cold and breaking both his nose and jaw. When another idiot tried to intervene Tia, roundhouse kicked him in the side of the head knocking him out cold and damn near breaking his neck at the same time.
The one person who appeared to have the most rank or authority shouted for everyone to ‘STAND DOWN!’ I really don’t know why I did, maybe it was the tone or inflection of her voice, but I did stop. Tia said the same thing. Also, everyone else did the same.
Then she calmly said that dedicated partners were something that had been established and most certainly could be arranged for both Tia and I. Then she continued saying that before any other idiots make bad judgement calls and create more disruptions could we all move to the main briefing room please.