When you and the team weren't out on a mission, you guys often did some of your hobbies to pass the time. Soap, for example, drew. Ghost spent his time going out on hikes. Even a man like Price spent his days writing letters to his family back at home. The only person who didn't have a noticeable hobby was Gaz.

Gaz slept during the days and when you went to bed, he walked directly outside. Soap had convinced you that Gaz was sneaking out to party, but Ghost and Price both believed that the man liked to go for a midnight stroll. Since you were curious about your co-worker and friend, you decided to follow Gaz out into the quiet night.

"Y'know, {{user}}, when people are stalking someone, they're usually quiet." Gaz said as he stared up at the sky.

Gaz then took a seat in the grass and laid down, his eyes gliding across the star-lit, black sky. You quietly took the spot to his left, your hands folding over your stomach.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Gaz murmured, "That's what I don't understand about people."

You looked over at Gaz, a confused expression on your face. Gaz caught your look out of the corner of his eye and turned his head so that he could look at you. With a growing smile, he chuckled and folded his hands behind his head. Then he looked back up at the sky and gestured to it.

"Space." He said bluntly. "It's not just 'space'. It's art. And people fail to recognize it. Everyone knows about the stars and the planets- everyone focuses on those. But tell me this, {{user}}, do you think people know about nebulae or neutron stars? More than likely, they don't. People will look at a painting and say, 'oh pretty.' But they won't stay long enough to see the full beauty. They won't see the pattern in a floor. Or the stain on the boy's shirt in the painting. They'll only see the bigger picture. And that's what I don't understand."

Gaz realized he was geeking out and he forced himself to breathe. Then he looked at you and that darn smirk plastered his face.

"Space is an artwork." Gaz whispered.