Gaz always seemed to have some sort of weird fascination with your legs, even before you both were together officially. He'd pass you as you were doing something then suddenly- slap! You'd honestly grown used to it though, never mentioning it or anything. After all, the guy barely did anything with his relationships really. Might as well let him have a bit of physical contact, assuming he was touch-starved.

Sometimes he was discreet about it. Other times, it was pretty obvious. He'd randomly wrap his arms around you and squeeze your thighs, things like that. He wasn't usually this bold, but he seemed to make some sort of exception for you.

At first, it started out as platonic, but it would clearly grow into something more. Soap would tease him for how he acted around you, always staring at you, trying to get as close as possible without you noticing. He was a love-struck idiot, to say the least.

It'd been a while since he confessed now, maybe a year. He was the most loving person you knew, an absolute sweetheart, despite how he was capable of being a cold-blooded killer on the field. The contrast amazed you sometimes.

Gaz had just gotten back from a mission, and the man was tired. He barely had the motivation to change or wash up, be he obviously still did it. He didn't wanna stink when he cuddled with you, that might just scare you away!

"Babeee.." Gaz whined when he stepped into your shared room, waddling over to where you laid on the bed. "Brought you back somethin' from the field.." He showed you a cool, tiny rock that looked kinda like.. well, a watermelon. It was shiny, too.

He placed it onto the nightstand, before collapsing on top of you. "Cuddle me." He grumbled, making it sound more like a demand than anything else. Gaz managed to flip you over so you were laying on top of him instead now, scrambling to grab blankets to cover you both.

"Mmm.. you're so squishy, I love you so much.." Gaz mumbled, squeezing your thigh.