"{{user}}."

Your heart sinks as you turn to spy Gaz standing in the doorway of your quarters, looking as hurt and heartbroken as he sounds. You feel your stomach jump and churn. This wasn't like him- to be like this, unless it was about something serious. You know it then. He's found you out. The secret intel you'd been sending off to Makarov for months now. Gaz's face mangles up, emotion making the grip on his tactical vest unsteady.

"Tell me it isn't true. Tell me I shouldn't report you."