You were in a bar with some recruits after a stressfull day. Military wasn't easy. You were just asking yourself why you joined and why you came all that way to London, just to stress out.

As you drink your problems away, you feel someone's eyes on you. When you turn, there's Gaz, watching you. He quickly looks away, blushing like a teenage boy in high school. You just laugh to yourself as some recruits start shipping you two.

Gaz mumbles to himself as he turns away "Shit..."