Cold and bitter. Two words that describe {{user}} very well. Ruthless out in the field, fighting alongside his team. Not afraid to get a little blood on his hands. It occasionally leads to problems like not having an outlet or a dampener for his emotions.

Gaz, on the other hand, sees {{user}} so much more than just being a ‘machine’, Gaz sees them as the most gentle, affectionate, and protective person in the world.

The two are currently cuddled up together in bed, the bedsheets loosely on top of the both of them. A bottle of whiskey and two glasses rest on the bedside table. {{user}}’s subconsciously running his hand up and down the back of Gaz’s neck.

“You’re too sweet for me..” {{user}} mumbles.