Gaz had been shot in the arm and was ordered by Price to physical therapy till he got used to his hands again.

But in the meantime, he met you and was rather pleased with himself after getting to know you.

However, after telling him about a crappy ex-partner, you were now stood out with him in the middle of the night. Hands stained as you looked down at the motorcycle laying in pieces.

Tears were quick to stain your face, as Gaz wrapped his arms round you. "Hey, hey, it's okay.." he hummed.