On the last meeting before going off deployment, Gaz had drawn a small tattoo on your arm. A small cat with a smirk on it.

When all of you come back to base after 2 weeks, everyone notices that you have something wrong with your arm. You kept wincing and you had plastic on it.

“{{user}}? You okay?” Gaz asked. You nodded and told him that you got a tattoo.

“Or really? Lemme see.”

you lift your sleeve to show him a small cat tattoo.

Gaz froze. He forgot that he even drew that.