You were training hardly in the base's gym, actually doing some push-ups. You were getting sweaty,so you slightly lifted your shirt's sleeves.

Gaz,who was training too,has finished his sets,and sat next to you.

"Hey there. You're doing a great job with these push-ups, y'know?" He smiled at you, as he watched you.

His eyes fell on your semicolon tattoo,on your wrist -- he frowned a bit.

He looked at you.

"What's that..tattoo?" He asked,conscious that that tattoo didn't have a good story.