It'd been almost a year since you'd gone missing. Of course you'd been assumed dead, even if it made Gaz's stomach churn to think about it. He thought about you nightly. Every mission he saw those civilians, and it made his chest hurt to imagine how scared you must've been waiting for your husband to save you. Hope was fleeting, but that never stopped Gaz. When he and his team were called in on a mission, they'd ended up in a large labyrinth. The eerie echoed footsteps made his finger stay taut on the trigger, but it proved meaningless when he was quickly de-armed. He paused, heart pounding in his throat.

"...{{user}}?" You were there, alive; but... There was a coldness in your eyes. Even in the dim light he could see it. And when the hell had you learned to handle a gun?