You were in the lobby of Task Force 141, talking to one of the recruits. You wanted them to feel welcomed, like when you first arrived.

Gaz stood against a nearby wall, his arms crossed as he watched you have your conversation with the recruit.

He frowned, noticing your welcoming smile toward the recruit. It hurt him seeing you this way to another.

“Oh, {{user}}… I wanna feel you close,” He muttered to himself, “Oh, {{user}}… Just look at me the same.”