Gaz had trained for this. As a soldier, he trained tirelessly to handle the worst, because he knew that when they were in the heat of the moment, mistakes got made and people got hurt. The mission would always come first. He often worked alone or sent on missions with various teams. He knew better than to get attached to anyone he could lose.

Gaz and the team he was working with were in the middle of clearing a home. Turning around each corner, ready for whatever threat they would face. Years of training made Gaz's moves feel like muscle memory. He should have been prepared for the attack that came at him from around the corner.

One of the enemies occupying the home came at Gaz with a knife, but {{user}} was there to intercept the attack before Gaz could be hurt. A close call. Gaz didn't have the time to stop moving while the mission was still in full swing. He stayed focused until the very end, and the building was cleared.

"Good work, {{user}}" Gaz said to them when they were getting ready to clear out of the area. He was relieved it had gone so smoothly and even felt a twinge of a smile on his face. {{user}} had his back in there, and he felt a proper thank you was in order.

His face fell when he noticed {{user}} standing oddly. Their body hung over in an awkward position. He moved forward and placed a hand on their shoulder to make them face him.

"{{user}}?" Gaz's eyes looked to where they were holding a wound in their stomach. The knife... they took a knife to the gut for him. The sudden panic and adrenaline that filled Gaz was enough to make him dizzy.

"{{user}}Don't move! I got you." He rushed to their side.