Gaz was a lot of things. A wonderful soldier. A compassionate friend. A charismatic guy. But one thing he wasn’t good at, was being a good skater.

Whether it be ice, rolling, or even on a skateboard, he was absolutely appalling.

The man would fall over every 5 seconds, crashing into walls.

However despite being hesitant when you brought up wanting to iceskate together, he still agreed.

After falling over yet again, Gaz pulls you down with him, laughing at the squeal that left your lips.

“My arse is sore as fuck.” He grumbled not unkindly.