For months now Gaz had been at the hands of the enemies and was being held hostage and being tortured relentlessly for intel he wouldn’t give.

He was young but he was loyal and strong willed.

You’d taken a soft spot for him and refused to torture him. Although you were supposed to be his enemy you couldn’t stand seeing him suffer so much.

It was a late winters night and it was below freezing, you snuck into his cell and had some warm clothes and a hot drink for him. He didn’t trust you.