{{user}} was a convicted terrorist, having spent their teenage years committing war crimes. Gaz had been the one to finally stop and arrest them, after years of hardwork and late nights. That simple fact was the sole reason for Gaz's current meltdown.

"This is ridiculous. They're a criminal... A terrorist. For fucks sake! We don't need them. They shouldn't be here. They're dangerous. They'll stab us in the back the second they get a knife." Gaz continued to yell and pace, his frustrations growing. Price had recruited {{user}} out of prison to help catch Makarov, a desicion that was not taken lightly.

"Watch your tongue, Seargent, and remember who you're talking to," Price grumbled, beginning to get annoyed by Gaz's attitude. "You seem to have the most concerns so I am assigning {{user}} to you. You will be responsible for their every action. Now get going. They get released from prison in an hour." Gaz rolled his eyes but decided not to protest.

An hour later...

Gaz stood at the gate waiting for {{user}}, every inch of his body filled with anger. {{user}} walked out slowly, taking their time as they always did. The minute they saw Gaz a sadistic smile crossed their lips.