AN: Firstly, thank you for all your lovely PMs and reviews! It really means a lot to me! Thank you for sticking with this story, I know a lot of people are not fond of OCs so I'm trying to make her complex and flawed but as interesting as I can!
I also apologise for the fact that this is a very short chapter! Been super busy but there is plenty more to come and I am working on it :)
A few rounds later, Tim stood. G had been sitting on the floor, idly lost in her thoughts. Mainly she'd been watching Tim, observing the concentration on his face, the way the muscles in his back shifted under his navy corduroy shirt. The way his ass looked in those jeans. How he huffed a little in frustration when the shot was a micrometre out.
It wasn't until he actually held a hand out to her that she realised he'd packed up and was ready to leave and she was chilling on the ground looking stupid. On auto-pilot, she grabbed his hand.
Mistake. His hands were lovely. Just soft enough to make her query the whole army vet thing, but a couple of callouses gave away what he did for a living now. The second mistake was that he pulled her up so she landed way too close to him, eyes in line with his collarbone. G could feel his breath on her cheek and for a second, she allowed herself a look at his exposed neck. Pale, long, very kissable. The hollow of his throat pulsed as he swallowed. She jerked out of her daydream with a long stride backwards.
It all happened very quickly so she hoped he hadn't noticed anything but Tim had an uncanny eye for detail. When she looked up at him however, she was relieved. Aside from his signature smirk, he wasn't eyeing her accusatorily. She held her hand out for the scope that he had now pulled from his rucksack. He handed it over and she took a quick peek. The scope behaved like binoculars, only provided far more clarity and there wasn't that oddly dizzying effect of looking into a magnifying glass.
The hay-stuffed manikin sitting 800m away had not fared well. It had round holes in each ear and eye, plus one through the forehead, nose, mouth, throat and of course, a perfect kill shot straight through the heart. G returned the scope to Tim, who watched her carefully. She looked stunned, but not really in a good way. This was the reality of what Tim did. Accuracy. Precision. Death.
A shiver ran up G's spine as she looked at Tim. Not what one would expect from a guy who could do that. He was quiet, kinda skinny, no in your face bravado, and yet he'd probably the most lethal man in the sandpit. He was watching her like he was waiting for a verdict and there was something shy about the way he stood, kind of like a naughty schoolchild about to get told off. He'd really put himself out there, showing her this side of him.
G smiled slowly. 'I'm impressed, Gutterson.' As she walked away, she could swear she heard him sigh in relief.