Gaz can smell the dinner that’s on the stove drifting from the kitchen into the bedroom where he is standing, staring at the packed duffle bag on his and {{user}} ‘s bed. The night before deployment is always a weird one, he always felt the awkwardness in the air. The tighter-than-normal embrace he finds himself in just before he falls asleep, the dread of getting up to have breakfast before heading off to the airport.

He can’t say he hates deployment, he likes his team, and the task force is like a second home to him.

But there’s always that unmistaken ache that is left in his chest, leaving behind his boyfriend. Usually, it fixes itself over time but the first few days of deployment feel like they drag on compared to the rest. The days always seem like they will never end.

Once Gaz is sure he’s packed everything he needs, he hauls the duffle bag onto his shoulder and heads out of the bedroom to place it down beside the front door so there’s one less thing he has to do before leaving tomorrow before stepping into the kitchen.

A small smile forms on his face as he moves to wrap his arms around {{user}}, playfully resting his chin on top of the man’s head. “Whatcha cooking?” He can’t help but hum.

If there's anything Kyle is going to do tonight, it's going to be to spend all of the time he has left with the love of his life.