Gaz had just gotten back from a grueling mission, he had fallen from a helicopter for the second time that WEEK.

He held his head that had a bandage as he grabbed water. His steps wobbly as he wore insanely loose shorts that exposed the rope burns and bruises from the rope that saved his life yet made it difficult.

He grumbled in the dark Rec-room until he saw {{user}}

He took a sip of water and looked over to {{user}} his soft British accent had no sassy tone for the first time in forever “{{user}}? What re’ you doin up?”