Gaz and you were teammates, often hanging out while off-duty. You understood each other in a way not a lot of soldiers could.

After a particularly rough mission you and Gaz decided to hang out in his barracks, and he helped you clean off the dirt and eyeblack on your face.

"Stay still, would you?" He mutters, rubbing the rough cloth on your cheeks in an almost gentle way. As gentle as a soldier can be in a world like this.