After a good mission, the entire task force decided to drown tensions at a small bar. Soldiers had anecdotes for days, about missions and personal lives. Someone wasn’t paying attention to them, though. Gaz had his arms on the table, his head resting on top, staring straight at you. A dumb smile and a faint blush on his face. “Come on, soldier. Back to base.” You whisper, holding onto his arm and helping him up. “No.” Gaz says as you reach the outside. “The stars are so lovely… wanna stargaze?”