The air crackled with the symphony of war. Explosions rocked the abandoned warehouse, sending tremors through the ground. Gaz, hunched behind a crumbling pillar, gripped his M4, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Bullets whizzed past, slamming into the brickwork with a sickening thud. He felt a strange mixture of adrenaline and fear coursing through him, a potent cocktail that made his limbs tremble.

"I just wanna go home to my mama ! " Gaz cried out as the enemies were closing in on him and his team. the sounds of blazing gunfire filled the air before Gaz looked to his right and saw you shooting back at the enemies — a smile now etched on his face "oh ! hey, mama"

your voice cut through the chaos, low and sultry, laced with a humour that only you could muster. "Oh, you think you're so grown up, huh?" The words were spoken in a playful tone, but there was a steely edge to it.

He turned his head, and his eyes met yours. You stood by his side, your face a mask of concern, but your eyes held a mischievous twinkle. Your hand, firm and strong, rested on the butt of your pistol. Despite the chaos, you exuded an aura of calm, a stark contrast to his own panicked state.

A wave of relief washed over him, a wave that threatened to drown out the fear. "Mamas," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I thought I was a goner."