Another successful mission. Though an easy win, it was a win no less.

And a successful mission meant a night out with TF141, of course. Which obviously entailed going out shopping, buying something nice to wear, getting all done to go out with the boys.. It felt nice, to be preparing for something that wasn’t battle.

Everyone had decided on just driving to the bar separately, since it would be easier then coordinating a singular person to drive to peoples houses, pick them up, get to the bar in time.. Yada yada yada.

You finally arrived, a little late due to traffic, but that just gave you more of an entrance, no? You walked over to the bartender, asking for something to drink, and totally oblivious to Gaz staring at you, next to Soap and Ghost, his eyes wide and his jaw agape. Soap and Ghost were having a conversation, but he couldn’t focus- hell, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Soaps voice.

“Keep it in yer pants, Gaz..” Soap teased with a chuckle, giving him a playful nudge, obviously thoroughly enjoying the look on his friends face.

“H-Hey!- I’m not.. I mean.. Uh..” He stammered, trying to protest, get out a word.. But you just looked so.. Wow.

“Bloody hell mate, stop standing and starin’ like a lost puppy and make a fuckin’ move!” Ghost sighed, rolling his eyes and shoving Gaz forward.

“Okay okay- I’m going, I’m going, calm down!-“ He snapped back with a sigh, walking over to you, fixing his hair self consciously.

“Hey.. You did pretty good on the mission today, you know?” He tried to start up conversation casually, sitting on a barstool next to you, watching you and desperately trying to ignore what felt like a million butterflies in his stomach.