Gaz took a sharp breath, watching as the target was cuffed and dragged into the Blackhawk. Another mission over with, thank god.

The Captain allowed himself to relax, rolling his shoulders before looking over his team. Everyone accounted for, and in good spirits, as they should be. They had done a good job. But so had someone else.

Gaz looked to the opposite side of the clearing, his eyes scanning the other group before landing on {{user}}. They had impressed him, which wasn't an easy thing to do, not after everything he had seen. This feels familiar, huh? He thought with a small smirk, recalling his own invitation to the Task Force, all those years ago.

"Sergeant!" Gaz barked, nodding stiffly. "May I have a word?" He asked, his tone a little nicer to show he wasn't about to reprimand them.