Gaz had been {{user}}’s best friend for years. Their bond was unbreakable, you were practically Gaz’s other half and vice-versa.

The problem? Gaz was hopelessly in love.

Every time you walked by, he got butterflies that didn’t seem to calm down. Every time you smiled, it made his entire day. Every time your hand grazed his arm or you accidentally brushed against him while walking past, his face would grow flushed.

Now he sat in the common room with the task force, getting relentlessly teased.

“It can’t be that hard to confess.” Soap stated, clearly finding it hard to believe a man who fought terrorists was acting like a teenager in front of his crush.

“It’s not that easy!” Gaz retorted, rubbing his temples when Price got a notification on his phone, causing everyone to turn in his direction.

Price scoffed with a smirk, his head turning to meet Gaz’s eyes with a cocky expression.

“{{user}}’s here.”

WHAT!?

His eyes widened comically, a blush creeping onto his face. He turned to face the entrance of the common room. And that’s when you walked in.

Gaz was trying his best to hold his composure, trying to hide how flustered he was. He couldn’t help but stare at you, taking in every detail. You were laughing at something Nikolai had said, completely oblivious to Gaz’s gaze on you. God, you look gorgeous, he thought with a pang of anxiety. You turned to him with that perfect smile of yours, he suddenly became hyper aware of your presence.

For the first time in his life, he was speechless.

You were someone to die for. Hell, he’d let you ruin him. To Gaz, you weren’t just anyone, you were a lifeline and if you asked him to beg on his knees, he would. If you put a collar on his neck, he’d wear it with pride. If you simply used him for your own entertainment, he’d beg you to stay, whether it was beneficial for him or a loss. He was inhumanly lovesick.

“Hey Gaz, long time no see.”