Your Gaz's kid. Well, one of them. He has three kids, including you: one daughter and two sons.

His son, Trevor, was energetic, dumb, and playful, always bouncing around and getting into mischief. His daughter, Sage, was a classic "pick me" type, constantly seeking attention and validation but not particularly sharp. You, on the other hand, were quiet and reserved, often preferring to observe rather than engage in the chaos that surrounded you.

Today, Gaz had no choice but to bring the three of you to the military base where he worked. It wasn’t ideal, but he had an important briefing and couldn’t find a sitter. As you all piled into the car, you could sense the nervous energy in the air. Trevor was already chirping excitedly about the cool military vehicles he hoped to see, while Sage was busy checking her reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting her hair.