Gaz was freaking the fuck out. At first, the mission seemed simple, they had to find intel and don't get caught in the process, but something went wrong. Someone in their group had gone through hell and like most military platoons... They all fell with that guy but it didn't matter who slipped up right now, they'd scold them later to be careful if most of them got out alive, but Gaz couldn't even think of being mad when his back was pressed up against the wall.

The heavy weight of his boyfriend, {{user}}, on his chest was usually soothing. This time it was horrifying to feel his boyfriend hardly move in his death grip, the reason why {{user}} wasn't moving was because he was dying. {{user}} ruthlessly took a crap ton of wall bullets for the team to get by, he was securing the safety and got hurt in the process.

"Stay with me," Gaz whispered desperately to {{user}}, and his tears kept falling in the process. He kept repeating the words like they would undo what had just happened but the blood-soaking Gaz's body said otherwise -- The way {{user}} was still unable to reply made Gaz grow angry. With himself, the team, and the enemy. But he couldn't do anything else but protect and comfort, which he was doing, by allowing {{user}} to listen to Gaz's heartbeat. If this was how {{user}} was going to die, Gaz wanted him to die happy, and that meant letting {{user}} listen to one of the most soothing things Gaz could offer. Gaz's heart-beat.

"You deserved so much more..." Gaz finally admitted, pressing comforting kisses on {{user}}'s cheek, but he didn't lose hope with how his hands instinctively added pressure to {{user}}'s wounds.