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Lieutenant John Peterson. A young lieutenant in the US army. He just turned 21 and he has not been in combat. The young lieutenant has a secret however.
He likes men.
He’s always known this since he was a young teenager. He’s always kept it a secret from everyone, apart from his brother.
He’s had crushes on many men but what happens when he has a crush on a higher rank officer in the army.
And not just any higher rank.
Captain Alfred F. Jones, Also known as Mr. America.
“You’re gonna be an assistant to a captain?” His younger brother, Jason asked excitedly. The young man had just been promoted to corporal recently and is very happy that his brother’s going to be taking a somewhat big role in the army, being the assistant to a captain and all. “Yes, Jay. You seem more excited than I do.” John replied. “Well, my big brother’s gonna be having a cool role, that’s pretty great!” Jason smiled brightly.
The two then passed by a man who was looking anxiously at a radio. “Hey, Why the stressed face?” John asked the man. “The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor yesterday.” John and Jason’s faces dropped. “What..?” Jason asked. “Yeah, Roosevelt’s making a speech.” The other soldier sighed as Jason turned up the radio a little.
“Yesterday, December 7th, 1941. A day which will live in infamy.
The United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.”
The speech continued as the three men gathered around the radio continued to get more and more anxious.
As the speech came to a close, they stared at the radio in awe.
“We’re definitely going to war.” The other man spoke up. “Sounds like it.” John said. “It’s only a matter of when.” Jason added, looking down.
“Well, that ruined my mood!” Jason threw his hands in the air out of frustration. “I’m sure literally everyone else feels the same, Jay.” John sighed.
“Peterson!” Someone called from afar. Both brothers whipped their heads towards the voice. “Lieutenant Peterson! Get over here!” A captain yelled at John. “Yes, sir!” John quickly made his way over to him as his brother Jason let out a quiet snicker.
“Do you not have any self-discipline? You’re going to be late!” The captain scolded John. “Sorry, sir! It won’t happen again!” John responded. “It better not! Now get over to Captain Jones’ office!” John saluted the captain and quickly made his way over to Captain Jones’ office.
“Captain Jones. I wonder what he’s like.” John thought to himself as he stopped in front of the room. “Here we go.” John took a deep breath and entered the room.
“Captain, I’m here.” John said, saluting the higher rank. “Oh, Hey! You’re late.” The captain said as he poured some coffee into his cup.
John started getting flustered. The captain looked young, maybe about his age, if not younger. He had golden locks which beamed under the sunlight escaping into the office through the blinds. Eyes bluer than the sky and-
“Lieutenant Peterson.” The captain called sternly, bringing him back to reality. “Uhm, Sorry, sir. I was just… surprised.” John replied to the captain. “Surprised?” Captain Jones took a sip of his coffee and sat down in his chair.
“Well, you look really young, sir. The captains I know are at least in their early 30’s” Captain Jones laughed. “Yeah, I’ve looked the same since 1907, huh?” The captain leaned back in his chair, taking another sip from his cup.
“I’m sorry, sir?” John tilted his head out of confusion. 1907? What does he mean? “Oh, right, you’ve never met me. Or heard of me apparently.” The captain put his cup down and sat upright again in his chair.
“I’m Captain Alfred F. Jones. I also go by Mr. America.” Alfred said in a childish-like tone. “I don’t follow, sir.” John responded, Alfred sighed. “I’m the personification of this country, NIce to meet you.” He said as he raised his cup as if he’s raising a toast.
“Oh! I didn’t know nations had… personifications.” Alfred chuckled. “Welp, here we are.” Alfred joked. “Anyways, you’re going to be my assistant from now on and I expect you to arrive on time, unlike today.” John laughed nervously at Alfred’s words. “Sorry, sir, I was listening to the radio.” John said, scratching the back of his head innocently. “Roosevelt’s speech, right? Ah, well, it’s fine. I had extra time to finish my chocolate anyways.” Alfred said, looking at the wrapper in his trash can.
“Meet me here tomorrow after lunch. 1400. Don’t be late.” The captain said to the other man. John nodded. “Will do, sir.” John responded. “Alright, you can go now.” Alfred said, gesturing for the man to leave. John saluted and swiftly exited the room.
Something tells him he’s going to have quite a time working with such a young and attractive captain.