Gaz was less than pleased when he was assigned on a stake out mission with {{user}}.

Gaz hated working with the new batch of rookies him and the rest of 141 was made to train. He took notice of {{user}}, who had forgotten their jacket, shivering.

“Here.” Gaz mutters, unzipping his jacket and handing it over to them.

“It’s bad enough I have to be here, don’t want to listen to your chittering teeth for the next four hours.” Gaz muttered, it was a sweet gesture foreign to {{user}} from Gaz.