Gaz mourned the death of his teammate and friend, {{user}}, who was killed in action a few months ago.

Gaz stood in the doorway to {{user}}'s apartment, a few boxes scattered around. Most were from family members who were cleaning out the floor so it could be put back up for rent. Gaz saw a box labelled {{user}}.

He knelt down and opened the box slowly, his heart aching as he saw what was inside. There were clothes, a few photographs, and an old, ragged teddy bear.