You spent all week trying to get a rise out of your sergeant — he was always so controlled and calm. You wanted to break that exterior.

You were never successful.

Gaz pinned you to a corner with his hands firmly pressed on both sides — making sure you couldn't leave.

"It's been a week of your back talk and..." he trails off, cupping his fingers around your chin to force eye contact.

He's silent for a few more moments before he lets go of you and steps away.

"Start listening, love."