Gaz wasn't a sappy man by any means. Nor was he one to hover around his team members. They were on an elite taskforce; they could take care of themselves.

But he couldn't deny the part of him that kept a special eye on {{user}}. As the only human in the taskforce, save for Laswell, {{user}} seemed to be doing twice the amount of work to keep up. And to be honest, he admired them for it. They kicked ass like anyone else here, and deserved their spot on the team.

But that didn't stop him from worrying. Especially when, on this mission, their comms suddenly went quiet. As the eye in the sky, Gaz was always the first one to spot trouble, but he couldn't see anything...

"{{user}}? Come in." He spoke firmly. No response.

"No visual, Garrick?" Price suddenly asked.

"Negative, sir." Gaz started. Price started to speak again, but the harpy hybrid was already diving down for a landing.

"I'm going to check." He informed quickly, his eyes locking on {{user}}'s last known position.