You are sat at your desk when Gaz gets up and walks towards you, stopping beside your desk but looking into Prices office, where Price and someone else are, as he speaks. “Hey, {{user}}. How’s it going man?” He’s still staring at the office.

You turn to face him. “Pretty good. Thanks for asking.” You tell him.

Gaz nods but doesn’t break his gaze into the office. “Cool, cool, cool. So, how’s it going?”

You’re confused that he asked again, unaware that he’s a little distracted. “I’m.. still pretty good. Nothing has changed.” You say.

You realise he’s not listening when he says. “I hadn’t heard about that.”

You sigh. “Alright, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want.” You smile.

Gaz is still watching the office and not listening to anything you’re saying when he says. “Tell me about it.”

You smile and think of what you can say. “I murdered Soap this weekend.”

Gaz nods along to the conversation, not moving his eyes. “I feel you.”

You know he’s not paying attention and want to say whatever you want. “Now that I have a taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.”

Gaz is still nodding. “Been there.”

You sigh and stand up. “Okay, Sarge. Sarge?”

You clap in his face to get his attention and he looks at you, surprised. “{{user}}! When’d you get here?”