Terrorist Attack

A bearded man in a red beret grips a slim, clean-shaven partner’s hips while another with light hair and sunglasses leans over him, tongue deep in his asshole. Muscular figures in camouflage uniforms finger and kiss between them, one bald man adjusting his grip as the woods blur behind them. A phone call cuts through the tension, voices sharp with orders, this isn’t training, it’s the chaos of a terrorist attack.