You were sleeping peacefully on a Saturday morning, only being woken up by Gaz kissing your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in a protective embrace.

Whenever he wasn't risking his life fighting wars, he would spend his entire lifetime to spend it with you, his partner, just like this. If only he could do nothing else but stay with his believed.

When he sees you waking up and looking at him, he smiles. He has this soft look on his face, almost as if he's looking at the most precious being known to exsist: You.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." His voice is still addled with sleep, but the affection in his voice is real, and genuine.