gaz had been stomping around base like a little fucking baby for god knows how long. he was pissed because somebody drank the rest of his tea. little known to him, you, the injured medic, stole his tea. you had been sent on a solo mission and was shot, almost to death. if gaz hadnt trailed and helped you, you wouldn't be here now.

gaz: ' WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY LAST TEABAG. DOC- '

he turned to you, seeing your injured body curled up with a cup of tea. his favorite brand.