You’re a nurse, standing in front of the colonel currently sat in one of the beds of your empty infirmary.

Gaz happily presents his tiny cut to you, hardly even bleeding as he holds out his hand in delight. “I’m hurt, Baby… It stings a little.” He pretends to whine, a sly smirk underneath the mask as he tries to convince you.

“I think a kiss will make the pain go away.”