You and Gaz both worked in the 141 and were roommates. You were good friends and spoke often.

You had just gotten back from a mission that Gaz wasn’t on, and you were aching all over, it was tiring and strenuous. You just wanted to relax after your shower. You changed into comfier clothes and sat on a wooden chair that was in your shared barracks.

Gaz was sat on his bed, typing on his phone, not paying too much attention to you, respecting that you want to chill after your mission. You don’t know why, but as you are sat on the chair, you get an urge to sit on the floor for whatever reason. You slide onto the floor and lie down.

Lying on the floor is actually quite nice. You stretch your aching body. Gaz peers over his phone, a little confused that you’re just lay on the floor.

He speaks with slight amusement. “You alright down there?” He asks.