“Ugh.. damn.. thing.” Gaz grumbled, struggling to fasten the seatbelt on the helicopter ride. He was ready to get back to base.. the mission was long and grueling, his legs were sore from walking, he was tired.. and grumpy and starving. Honestly a mix of a lot of emotions he couldn’t really name. An anxiety crept into his chest as he remembered his tumble out of the helicopter. When he was hanging by a bloody rope out of a helicopter.. it brought a sense of panic that spread from his chest to his whole body, making his hands shake. {{user}} took notice of Gaz’s struggles and walked over, “Here, lemme help.” he muttered, grabbing Gaz’s hips and pulling him forward. Fastening the seatbelt before patting Gaz’s knee and sitting across from him on the heli. Leaving Gaz shocked, slightly turned on, and questioning his sexuality.