Army Tanks - Lashton

''This is no girl scout camp, Private.''

''Sir, No, sir.''

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Luke is the scrawny new guy in the army, where no one think he belongs.

Ashton is the sir in Luke's tent, and not going easy on any of the boys.

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This story is partly inspired by 'The Load' by ali (dancinginthestreet) and partly by PE in my school. This story is also on Wattpad.

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1. ''Yes Sir''

''Luke Hemmings?''  I looked up at the call of my name, and was met by a tall, strong man, wearing army tinted clothes. His skin was probably normally a light brown, but the sun had given him a tan, so his skin looked a bit darker(not meant to be racist). He had deep brown eyes, and brown hair.

I stood up, as he held out his hand.

''I'm Calum, but you will call me Sir or General. Understood.'' He looked at me, waiting for me to grab his hand.

''Yes sir.'' I said, even though my shyness was really trying to beat me up mentally.

I grabbed his hand, and I wish I hadnt, or that I was at least a little stronger.

His grip on my hand was strong, and the only thing going through my head was 'when will he let go?'.

He finally let go of my hand, before walking back to the door he came in by, motioning for me to follow.

I gulped, before walking over to him, following him into the room.

A lot of toned men were working out in different ways, making me wish I hadn't gone here, and just chosen something else.

They all tried to make sure I didnt see them sending me looks, but I saw it.

I looked down at my feet, following Calum, or Sir, to a small office looking room.

''What is your size?'' He looked over at me, scanning me up and down, before walking off, before I could say anything.

''What is your shoes size?'' He gave me the clothes, looking at me, as if I held one of the biggest answers in history.

''8... Sir.'' I gulped, not daring to look into his eyes anymore.

 

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''That's your bunk. You share bathroom with the person you share bunk bed with. As in the person lying either over or under you, is your bathroom partner. Understood Hemmings.'' He looked over at me, and I gulped.

''Yes sir.'' I saw him looking pleased with my answer.

''Good. Get your stuff settled, dinner starts at 7. You can use your time looking around. You should probably also change. You have five outfits. Two of them are for training, and will be washed every other day, and the rest will be washed once a week. Understood.'' He started walking to the door, before stopping and looking at me.

''Yes sir.'' I looked down at my vans clad feet, wondering how I even got here.

Oh that's right. 

My fiancé's father is rich as hell, and wouldn't let his son marry a weakling like me, so he paid overly much to get me here.

The thought of James made me sigh sadly, and sit down on my bunk.

I got out the picture in my bag, looking at the piercing blue eyes I fell in love with.

I smiled sadly, before packing the picture back into the bag, and getting changed into the clothes and shoes I was handed.

I looked around in the room, that they all called a 'tent'. 

There were only 6 beds, all of them having pictures and all kinds of stuff, hanging on their walls.

I smiled shortly, until I noticed the bed above mine didnt have anything, and was just blank, as if no one used it, the only thing making me know someone used it, being the slightly ruffled pillow and the clothes folded by the foot of the bed.

I carefully stood up, seeing how loose the clothes were on me.

And they were the smallest size.

I groaned in annoyance, before tucking my shirt into my pants, and tightening the belt even more.

I looked at the engagement ring on my finger, and took it off, laying it in my bag.

I walked out of the room, looking around.

Everyone was either training to gain muscle, or gun skills.

I sighed softly, and walked over to a tree, and sitting down, leaning my head against it and closing my eyes.

''Hey you there! Boy!'' Someone yelled, making me open my eyes and see a not that tall, but really strong man in front of me.

I quickly stood up, looking at the guy.

He had a defined jaw, hazel eyes and rosy cheeks, probably from the sun shining above us.

''Are you lost boy. Head back to the cafeteria. It's dinner time.'' The guy sounded anything but something nice.

I gulped.

''I-I-I'm not l-lost...'' I mumbled, looking down at the ground, but starting to head towards the cafeteria.

''I'm not done speaking to you boy.'' I felt someone grab my arm in a strong grip, making me yell in pain.

When I was turned around I saw the guy roll his eyes at me.

''Wow. Great. Another pussy. How were you even able to get in here boy.'' He looked annoyed, and I was scared I had done something wrong.

''I uhm... My fiancé's dad thought I needed to toughen up a bit... And paid to get me here.'' I looked at the ground, hating how he looked at me.

''How are you even able to get a girlfriend if you're yelling in pain, just from a mild grip on your arm.'' I laughed shortly at his statement, making him growl.

''What's so funny boy.'' He lifted my head harshly, making it say a weird crack noise, but making my neck feel better.

''I dont have a girlfriend.'' I looked at how confused he got, and felt like laughing again.

''Thought you said you had a fiance.'' He furrowed his brow, looking kinda hot. Only a Little. But James will always be hotter.

''I do... Just not a girlfriend.'' I stated, hoping he finally understood that I was a 100 percent gay.

''So you're a little gay boy. How motherfucking typical. Go eat boy. Now.'' He then turned me around and pushed me in the direction of the cafeteria.

I almost fell, but quickly caught my balance.

I knew ballet and gymnastics would help at some point.

I sighed deeply, before walking into the cafeteria, already seeing I wouldn't be or feel welcome in a long time.

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