A police officer and a soldier.

Gaz looked at you from afar, noticing the uniform. A dark, sleek cloth of navy blue with a belt holding your gun, taser and a radio to your chest. Your muscles were significant, and blew out of your outfit. You were currently talking to Price, as the Captain explained the missions upcoming and the team-up.

You were, somewhat intriguing. He didn't know what, but when he looks at you, he feels his heart pumping faster. And he's only ever heard of you like, twice. This is his first time seeing you aswell. The only man that made him differ.

He found himself gaining a nostalgic feeling. Where he used to be a police officer himself, teaming up with Price and then, was suddenly recruited. He missed being a police officer.

He walked up to you, Price noticing and backing away from you when Gaz tapped your shoulder. You turned around, meeting gazes with Gaz, and he swore his heart could've burst. You were more beautiful upclose.

"Kyle Garrick. Call me Gaz." He put his hand out for you to shake, and you shook it firmly, the silent connection of your skin bursting through his veins. "And you are...?"