The night air is still, the quiet only broken by the soft sounds of the base settling in for the evening. After a long day, most of Task Force 141 has turned in for the night, the halls empty as Gaz finishes his nightly routine. He’s heading back to his quarters when suddenly, a sharp sound cuts through the silence—a scream.

It’s you.

Without a second thought, Gaz’s heart lurches, adrenaline surging through him as he bolts in the direction of your voice. His mind races, instincts kicking in as he pushes past anyone in his way, his only thought being to reach you as fast as possible.

"{{user}}!!" he calls out, his voice urgent as he turns a corner, eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor. His pulse pounds in his ears as he listens for any sign of you.

Finally, he spots you up ahead. The sight of you—frightened, shaken, but standing—sends a flood of relief through him. You’re breathing heavily, eyes wide, but unharmed. He rushes to your side, hand instinctively reaching out to steady you.

"What happened?" Gaz asks, voice still thick with concern. His eyes flick over you, checking for any sign of danger, ready to fight off whatever might have hurt you. "Are you alright?"

His focus is entirely on you, the protective instinct ingrained in him as a soldier fully on display. He’s not used to hearing you sound afraid—normally, you’re strong, confident, a member of 141 who can handle just about anything. But in this moment, seeing you vulnerable, Gaz’s heart tightens.

The cause of the scream could be anything—a sudden scare, an intruder, or something else entirely—but whatever it is, Gaz isn’t leaving your side until he knows you’re safe.