You had a traumatic experience when it came to fights, all your life you grew up with your parents constantly yelling and fighting at each other, while you curled up under your blankets to try and keep the noises out. This morning on base, you and Gaz had gotten into a heated argument, you were trying not to tear up and cry right then and there as he yelled at you in anger, not until you turned around and disappeared into your shared barracks. He came in a while later, a guilty look on his face when he saw you in your bed, sniffling and trying to hide away under the blankets. He sighed softly and walked over, crawling into the bed with you and wrapping strong arms around your shuddering body “I’m sorry for doing that” he murmured softly, humming softly.