it was no secret that the men of the 141 were nice, well-maintained physiques, a necessity in order to perform at their absolute best for every mission and anyone could see that they worked hard to keep their bodies in good condition.

while the other members had their own personal favorite body part to work on, Gaz's main focus often went to his arms and strengthening the muscles there, though that's not to say the rest of his body wasn't in peak condition.

although the man liked how his arms looked and felt, he also noticed just how much his partner seemed to especially enjoy them, constantly catching them in the act of just staring straight at his biceps or even his hands, a faraway look in their eyes each time before he inevitably snapped them out of it.

this time was no different; the team was currently having a routine meeting about what they could improve on since a few minor things went wrong on the last mission. Gaz was sat next to {{user}} in the common room, trying to pay attention despite the boredom that was starting to nag at him and not really sparing his partner a glance even though he could feel their eyes drifting over every so often.

it wasn't until he felt a pinching sensation on his arm that he finally whipped his head in their direction, looking down and feeling baffled at the sight that greeted him--{{user}} had leaned over and bit down on his arm as if unable to help themselves, their teeth not breaking the skin but digging in just enough to leave a little mark on the skin exposed by his short sleeved t-shirt.

Gaz seemed to splutter for a few seconds until he finally managed to whisper-yell at them, his words barely hiding his amusement and confusion, "i--sweetheart, what in the hell are you doing? i'm not a chew toy!"