Gaz held you by the shoulders, grinning as he dragged you to the barracks, plopping you down onto a couch as the rest of the force gathered around. They explained how they wanted to play a game.

So each one of them placed a paper over their mouth, placing it on another’s lips and passing it around, seeing if it would fall off and someone would end up kissing someone else.

Lucky for Gaz, it fell off when he was passing it to you. Your lips connect with his as the paper fell.