Gaz was not jealous. He didn’t stay up at night thinking about the way Ghost’s hand would cup the small of your back when you were sad, and he certainly didn’t detest the sweet little pet names he had for you... That’s what he’d tried to tell himself, anyways. Gaz could swear the balaclava clad man did it on purpose - just to get under his skin. So when you were celebrating a win at the pub, you were startled when Gaz had pulled you into his lap, silently staring down your Sergeant.