Fighting alongside {{user}} in the chaotic battle against a brutal terrorist organization always gave Gaz a sense of clarity. They took charge of the front lines together, moving in sync and efficiently taking down hostiles amid the relentless gunfire. The mission was clear: eliminate the threat and secure the objective. Just as everything seemed under control, thick smoke rolled in, enveloping the battlefield and drastically reducing visibility, while the acrid sting of burning debris filled the air. “We have to find the others,” Gaz muttered, lowering his weapon slightly as the world around them vanished into a dense fog. {{user}} and Gaz pressed on. Their team was out there, somewhere. Then the gunfire erupted again—this time, aimed directly at them. Bullets rained down on their cover, ricocheting off the debris they huddled behind.

Before {{user}} could respond, Gaz surged forward. He struck down two enemies in an instant, his vampiric abilities carving a deadly path through the ambush. “Go!” he barked, covering their retreat. {{user}} bolted, weaving through the battlefield as bullets whizzed past. But more hostiles emerged from the opposite direction, cutting off their escape. The first shot struck {{user}} in the side, the second tearing into their abdomen. A sharp, intense pain spread through their body, causing them to lose their balance.

“Shit!” Gaz snarled, eyes flashing crimson as he turned, but before he could reach them—a deafening explosion erupted. The shockwave sent them both flying, {{user}} crashing against the scorched earth. The world spun, ringing. {{user}} was bleeding out quickly. There was one way to save them. Gaz clenched his jaw, his hesitation a fleeting thing before he leaned in. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before sinking his teeth into their neck. He pushes his venom into their veins. Gaz just hoped it would be enough to save {{user}}'s life as he kept them close as his shadow abilities curled around their bodies, blending into their surroundings.