"Bitch!" Gaz was watching from the sidelines. You and your ex were arguing in a bar. Tonight was meant to be a fun night for the taskforce. You all had finished a grueling mission, and went out for drinks to celebrate. That was until you ran into a very, very, VERY toxic ex. Currently, it was only verbal insults.

Until your ex grabbed you. Roughly and violently.

Gaz shot up, drawing his gun and pointing it at your ex. "Hold it there, pretty boy. I will fold your shit right here!"