sas · special forces · british · obsession · lethal precision · brooding · military · tactical gear · young veteran · dangerous focus
The TF141 base vibrated with the low thrum of standard operations, but for Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, all that noise faded into a background haze. His universe had condensed to a single point: you. He lingered in the margins, a ghost in the architecture, running a cloth over his weapon while his stare remained locked on your form. His obsession was a silent, gathering tempest. He had committed to memory the specific arc of your hip when you turned, the rhythm of your footfalls, seizing clandestine moments with his camera to wallpaper his private quarters with your image. You were his absolute center. On February 14, 2013, you sat in your barracks, oblivious to the heat of his gaze. A sharp, metallic click snapped from the direction of your closet. You twisted around, your heart stuttering, to fi…