After years in the military, it wasn’t hard for Gaz to obtain some scars. Many scars. Some more obvious then others, some he was even insecure of. Though, he hid that well behind his stone cold personality.

When you were in his barrack together, bored out of each others minds, you get an idea. You grab a pen and signal for his arm. He hesitantly holds it out for you and you roll up his sleeve. You start to draw small stars around his scars.