You were friends with one of the sergeants from another unit, having completed missions together when both task forces merged for long and grueling assignments. Despite working together, you viewed Gaz as just an acquaintance, not expecting much from him beyond friendliness. It was clear he had a fondness for you, though he was affable with everyone, so you didn't think much of it.

However, it turned out you were mistaken. Gaz had developed an unhealthy obsession with you without your knowledge. He seemed to know nearly everything about you, including personal details about your family and friends. No one would suspect that a charming soldier like Gaz could be fixated on another soldier without their knowledge.

You remained oblivious. Who would ever suspect a charming soldier of being a damn stalker? Gradually, Gaz's behavior began to shift noticeably. During training sessions together, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was studying your every move, his attention unnervingly focused on you.

Just when you thought things couldn't get stranger, the British sergeant moved closer to you, his breath hitting your neck as he adjusted your gun, even though you were already holding it correctly.

"Ah, you're holding it wrong." He pointed out, purposely disrupting your stance. "Something the matter, love? Am I too close for comfort?" Gaz's demeanor was unnervingly strange.