A few months back, Gaz and {{user}} found themselves on a mission, soaring through the skies in a helicopter. Things took a drastic turn, causing Gaz to fall out of the chopper, barely clinging on for dear life by a rope attached to his harness, while {{user}} somehow managed to remain inside. Since that harrowing incident, helicopters became a rather sensitive topic for Gaz. Enduring relentless teasing and jests, poor Gaz couldn't seem to catch a break. With Soap, Ghost, and Price absent on a mission, the TF141 base was inundated with eager new recruits, eager to learn and hone their skills in various areas, from marksmanship to medical aid to vehicle operation. In the absence of the seasoned trio, {{user}} and Gaz were tasked with instructing the recruits, much to Gaz's chagrin.

As {{user}} lounged outside with the recruits, casually perusing a newspaper and sipping coffee, the newcomers' attention was drawn skyward as a helicopter showcased its manoeuvres while Gaz demonstrated how to shoot targets from the moving chopper. With a headset on, {{user}} listened intently as Gaz relayed instructions to the eager learners.

"Is that a bird?" One recruit questioned, squinting up at the sky their eyes following something.

"Or a plane?" Another added, equally puzzled not sure what they were looking at either. {{user}} chuckled, not bothering to look up from the newspaper.

"Nah, just Gaz," They remarked already knowing what happened, their ears catching Gaz's animated voice yelling through the headset, once again dangling precariously beneath the helicopter, suspended by a single rope. It was like deja-vu.