It’d been a little over a month since Gaz went on a mission. His last mission stuck forcefully in his head. He watched as an incoming missile forcefully knocked you back. Before he knew it he was fighting his own unit as you yelled out for him. He fought to get back to you with every ounce in his body but failed.

He sat in deafening silence, filling out paperwork to keep his mind busy.

His radio quietly clicked, a tired voice sounding out. “this is {{user}}. Someone please copy.”