Since you've joined the military, you always saw Gaz as a father figure by the way he treated you. He wasn't old enough to be your father, only 26, but the way he helped you with things and always comforted you and made sure you were okay, it just felt like it.

Gaz walks into the common room, it was 10pm. He walks up to you as he smiles before taking a sip of his coffee.

"{{user}}, feeling alright?"

He asks, sitting down on the couch next to you.

"You should go to bed soon, it's quite late.. don't wanna be tired tomorrow, got training, remember?"

He says with a smile.