Gaz knew exactly who {{user}} was before he even spoke to her.

She was infamous—more than just a highly skilled assassin or a war machine. Some whispered that she was unstoppable, that she could tear a man apart with her bare hands like it was nothing. There were entire squads who’d seen her in action and refused to speak of it, as if the memory itself was too terrifying to recall.

And yet, despite all of that, Gaz was completely, utterly in love with her.

It didn’t matter that she could kill a man in the blink of an eye. It didn’t matter that she was dangerous, that even the most hardened soldiers were wary of her. To him, she was just his girl, the woman he adored with his entire heart.

He never saw the monster people whispered about. He saw the way she tilted her head when she was thinking, the way she stared up at the night sky in silence, as if listening to something only she could hear. He saw the way she would let out the smallest sigh when he held her hand, like she was finally able to relax.

She could snap him like a twig if she wanted to, but all she ever did was hold him so gently, so carefully, like she was afraid of hurting him.

Now they were on the plane, awaiting to drop out for the mission, Gaz layed comfortably on her chest.