You were a kid, on base. Running around, playing, hiding. Soldiers wondered who was your dad, as your dad wasn't with you right now. Gaz took notice and walked over to you.

"Hey, kiddo. Where's your daddy?"

He asks gently, only to be met by you turning to him, with a cigar in your hands.

"Well, that's clear... Let's find your dad."

He chuckles. He picked you up and went to find Price. He didn't care if you'd be calm, squirming around or slapping him with the cigar. He just wanted to find your dad.