Story Time: The Return of the Skirt-Wearing-Airman-Hottie; This Time, She's Stalked by a Security Forces Troop

So, in my original story I introduced "S", the female Airman I was dating a few years back.

So... S was just really, ridiculously attractive. I have a thing for short women (I'm 6'1", so it makes it awkward sometimes) and she was like 5'3"- but just gorgeous. Blonde, crossfitter (but didn't talk about it!), and unbelievable curves. And... well, her booty was just to die for.

She was unbelievably kind, modest, and just super sweet. She had/has a real good head on her shoulders, and has since commissioned. Super awesome woman.

Anyways! I promise all this matters-

Because... I was used to a certain amount of guys flirting with her, checking her out, etc. etc. She always kindly told them that she was involved with someone.

Well, one night, we're hanging out, and she goes-

"Oh! Did I tell you about the super-pushy Security Forces troop I ran into today?

"Dont think so."

"Ah. Okay, well, I was going into the BX for a snack during lunch, and this SF E-1 is walking out. He stops and introduces himself, says he's seen me around the dorms. He chats me up, but I tell him I have to go. He asks for my number, I tell him I have a boyfriend. Wellllll... he then quickly takes out a piece of paper, rips a small piece off, writes his number down, LIFTS MY ABU BLOUSE SLIGHTLY AND PUTS THE PAPER IN MY TROUSER POCKET." (as in one of the upper pockets)

So I'm like...holy shit, that's fucked up. That's incredibly inappropriate... do you wanna talk to the SF top/leadership about it?

Well, she says that she explained again to him how she had a boyfriend, and that she didn't appreciate him touching her like that, and walked away. She said he looked a bit spooked, so she figured she got to him.

Alright, if she's okay with it, then I guess I can let it go. She said he's a new Airman... whatever.

So... he then proceeds to join the Airman's Council or whatever she was apart of. Every night they meet she comes to me with stories about how he follows her like a puppy during the meetings.

Well.

Eventually, the council all goes out for dinner. S invited me along. Creepy SF troop, we'll call him "B" makes sure to sit across from us. He fucking GLARES at me all night.

Now, I'm no body builder, but I'm a pretty big guy- 6'1" about 190/195lbs. I can also be pretty scary when need be. So after a few minutes of being glared at, I give it right back to him. The second I lock eyes with him, he immediately averts his gaze. He's also a very small dude- only a few inches taller than S, and lord knows how light. So I glare at him until S elbows me and whispers to be nice...

"But he started it..."

Before our food comes, S says she wants to wash her hands before she eats, she'll be right back. The second after she gets up... Mr. B gets up as well. The bathrooms were out of my line of sight... I thought about getting up- butttt... well, S can handle herself. Besides, what is B gunna try while I'm right here, I think to myself!

Well.

S comes back. Sit down, gets up close to me-

"B just backed me into a wall outside of the bathroom, put his arms up to pin me, and tried to kiss me."

He's still in the bathroom, so I get up to go probably literally kill him.

S stops me with "Don't fuck yourself over this. We'll talk to SSgt So-and So, he's here tonight."

Idk his involvement with the group, but a SSgt was out with the group. I think this was like an official group outing, otherwise idk why he'd be there. Anyways.

SSgt Soandso knows me from around base, he's a cool dude, and he's cool with me. I ask to speak with him in private, and S proceeds to tell him what happened.

He takes it very seriously- I mean, this is essentially a sexual assault.

SSgt Soandso finds B, makes him sit down within his sight. Tells him he's being apprehended by an NCO and not to leave. SSgt Soandso calls some top, that top gets in touch with S's top and the SF top.

Both show up, along with a female officer- pretty sure she was a SARC advocate or something. They ask her if she wants to get the local police involved as this is a civilian establishment. She says no.

So, make a long story short, not much happened to B. He was made to sit down and apologize to S, a no-contact-order or something of the like was put into place. We both think it's all over.

Well.

A few weeks later... it's Valentine's Day!

...and I'm TDY to an Army school...

So! I order S a ton of crap, have it so it all arrives on V-Day. She calls me that evening. She sounds a bit... off.

"Hey! So thanks for all the amazing presents! But... who did you have come in my room?"

"...what?"

"Yeah, the roses in my room!"

"Babe, I didn't have roses brought to your room...."

"You didn't have someone spell out "BE MINE" with roses...on my bed?"

"Not to creep you out; I swear to you, that wasn't me."

So she freaks out, I'm calming her down. She relayed the rest of this story to me later that night.

She calls SF. They show up, ask her if she knows who might've done this, if she left her door unlocked, etc.

She always locks her door, and yes, one of your troops Amn B- she explains their past.

Well, they call in their shirt. SF gets the hallway video from the dorm manager- it was B. He went into her room using a keycard or key, I forget.

So, they find B playing video games in his room. They talk with him, he admits everything. He also took a bunch of her underwear. Because of fucking course he did.

Turns out, he used some sort security forces master key to get into her room, something like that. He took it when he was on duty. Idk how all that works, but I'm surprised there isn't better accountability? Oh well.

He was charged with some low-level BS, got a BC discharge within a few months.

Fucking creep.

In between this incident and the incident at the restaurant, she'd get weird phone calls at all hours- but only when we were together. A few other stalkerish things too. He admitted to all of it.

S and I are still friends, we amicably parted ways when she PCSd. I can neither confirm or deny if we still still see each other... after all, she is an L-T now, and I'm just a simple SSgt...

Fin

EDIT: I have more stories! Let's see. I have the time I ran an illicit brewery while deployed, attached to Army SF, basically making prison wine, and a Green Beret started competing with me for business. There's the time I went off to do a snow assessment, with only one other operator for backup, got in a minor firefight, almost caused an avalanche.

I can also tell you guys the story of my very first firefight. You'll pry laugh and cry a bit.

Two spooky stories- I encountered an Afghan "witch" or spirit...according to the locals, at least. Also, a few pretty good ghost stories from my time stateside on bases- most interesting being at Camp Blanding, FL- saw a German POW ghost.

Also, there's the time a fellow SOWT and I caught and spray-painted an armadillo pink. Leadership had a fit. No, it wasn't harmed!

I'll tell them all if you guys want, but I only have time to write one tonight, lemme know what you wanna hear.