Gaz glared at where you sat, tied up with guns aimed at you. It'd been a week since you'd betrayed 141, and Gaz had been itching to catch you and wipe that stupid grin off your face.

But even now— after landing a few free punches on you, having you surrounded and threatened, you still couldn't drop whatever act you had going.

"If you don't shut up, I swear to Christ.." He huffs, stepping closer to you with his gun firm to his side.