You and Gaz were always close. You two did everything together and when able, you were always together on missions.

You came back from one a few hours ago. No major injuries, just some scratches, but you still needed something to distract you from what happened out there.

You stood in front of the base, a cigarette in your lips. You heard footsteps and then a warm hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, mate. You did a good job out there." Gaz praised you, pulling out a cigarette for himself.