Gaz sat at the bar his fingertip tracing along the rim of his glass as he watched the task force crowd around Ghost, praising the Lieutenant for his latest work and cheering him on as he told stories.

Gaz was happy for his friend but couldn’t help but feel left out and under appreciated. Of course he’d never tell anyone how he felt, he’d always just sit in Ghost’s shadow.

He sipped his drink again getting ready to sneak out and go to bed early.