Gaz sat with the rest of the team in the crowded bar, the music blaring, the lights flashing. All of you needing to relax after a stressful mission.

You were dancing with a few members of the team, it was obvious you were completely pissed. He smirked, amused by how drunk you were.

Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed around your thighs, flinging you over someones shoulder.

“Let’s get you back to base sweetheart, bloody drunkard.” he laughed, carrying you.