Gary and you had instantly clicked when you joined the 141. The 141 being a place of the monsters and outcasts. Price a bear hybrid, Gaz a dragon hybrid, Soap being a werewolf, Ghost a wraith and Gary being a roach hybrid much like yourself.

Gaz had been looking for you and Gary ever since there was a loud crash from the armoury and you’d both scattered being the two skittish ones of the team yet somehow excellent soldiers.

He found you both close to each other up high.

“Guys.” He sighed.