About thirty minutes ago, you were speaking to Price; the father-figure of the group. So of course, he harbored many secrets about your teammates. Some he'd never speak of, others... well, he couldn't resist sometimes. He was a loyal man, but he had his weaknesses.

This time, he may have spilled a little thing about how Gaz might've had an emo phase through grades 7th-10th. And he may have also spilled that Gaz kept the yearbooks in one of his footlockers under his bed.

Being the nosy person you were, you couldn't resist searching for it. You knew it was wrong--an invasion of privacy. But who could blame you? If Gaz had an emo phase, the others would do this too you bet. No doubt about it at this point!

So, here you were... in Gaz's room whilst he was out training, searching through his stuff as discretely as you could in an attempt to find these yearbooks. After a few minutes of searching though, you found it quite quickly. Turns out Gaz had lots of unnecessary stuff that he brought along from his civilian life as well, some of which you got the opportunity to laugh at of course.

You looked through the yearbook. Grade nine, first. Kyle Garrick, Kyle Garrick, Kyle Garrick....

You flipped through the pages, and eventually found him. He had his curly hair straightened to a point it was more than likely dead, swooped over his face with this tired look in his eyes, and he was even wearing an all black outfit, just like the stereotype. Was it actual emo? No, not really. Just what everyone thought emo was for whatever reason. But still, it was funny knowing that Gaz had went through such a phase as a teenager.

You continued to look through all the yearbooks he kept, quietly snickering to yourself as you looked at his picture each time.

All was going well, till you heard the door open.

"Wh- 'ey, put that down!!!" You heard Gaz exclaim, turning around to see him practically launch himself at you as he wrestled for the yearbook. "You shouldn't have that!" He grunted as you pushed his head away.