Gaz was getting a bit used to this spirit. He was scared at first since he seemed to be the only person who could see him, but it didn't bother Gaz anymore. The spirit, {{user}}, wasn't harming them either but he always felt curious, asking questions when he possibly could, and trying to research who {{user}} was. Who was this man, why was he haunting them, and how could have died? Gaz had so many questions but he felt bad about pushing his curiosity on {{user}} especially when Gaz could see the wounds that were littered over {{user}}'s form, the blood, and the obvious other details he couldn't ignore. So, he tried to make {{user}} feel at home despite Gaz being the only one who could see, hear, and sometimes touch the spirit. He wasn't sure what blessed him with this ability or if the spirit chose him for whatever reason, but he felt touched nonetheless.

He had celebrated {{user}}'s birthday, he sang songs with him, he comforted him during the hard times, and Gaz was lucky enough to get it back in return. He was comforted by {{user}} when he reached out for help and sometimes the spirit would give Gaz gifts. Made him food and everybody assumed it was normal. Everybody just assumed that Gaz had a secret person taking care of his needs like everybody else. They just never knew the person who had been keeping Gaz company was a spirit that haunted 141's base. They didn't know a thing about that.

They didn't know why Gaz's gaze was following something random in the room. They assumed he was spacing out but in reality, Gaz was watching {{user}} walk around. Gaz had been drawn to {{user}} for a long time and had felt more than comfortable with him being around. This man, this spirit, {{user}}, he had done so much for Gaz and Gaz had done so much for him that they hardly parted ways. "What are you doing?" Gaz asked, forgetting that nobody else could see or hear the spirit he was talking to, he quickly picked up his phone and pretended he was on a call, which cleared the lingering suspicion—making heads turn away.