Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick was out at the bar after a mission with Simon, Johnny, and Price, trying to unwind after a long day. They were laughing and chatting when a man’s voice caught his attention. The man was complaining loudly about his wife and kids, complaining about how they were a burden, how they never appreciated him.

The words dug into Kyle like a knife. He’d grown up in a house with a father who’d said similar things, a man who never showed affection, who made the house feel more like a battleground than a home. The anger he’d buried deep inside over the years suddenly resurfaced.

Without thinking, Kyle stood up and walked over to the man. He didn’t even remember the steps or the decision to move. His hand shot out, fist meeting the man’s face with a sickening thud. The man dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding lip, and a bar fight erupted in an instant. Chairs were thrown, people shouted, and chaos spread through the room. Simon, Johnny, and Price tried to intervene, but it was no use.

Back at the house, you were enjoying a quiet evening with friends when your phone rang. Kyle was in trouble. The voice on the other end of the line, calm but urgent, informed you that Kyle had been arrested. He was at the station.

A wave of disbelief washed over you as you excused yourself, feeling the weight of the situation. You didn’t know what had happened, but you could guess. Kyle had always been a quiet storm, holding everything in until it exploded.

When you arrived at the station, Kyle was sitting there, tense and brooding, his knuckles raw. He didn’t meet your gaze, but you could see the guilt and frustration swirling in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice rough.

“You’re lucky it was just a bar fight and not worse,” you said, your words filled with concern.

Kyle nodded, head hanging low. “I just… I couldn’t sit there and listen to him. I lost it.”