Life is a bittersweet thing. One minute, you're dancing around the living room with the love of your life, nothing's wrong, all you can think of is the happy future you two will share. And the next second, you're laying in their arms, bleeding out.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and get out. No one expected for it to be a trap. Especially not you. You had been hit, twice. The second Gaz didn't get a response from you through comms, he knew something was wrong.

And that's how he ended up here, cradling you in his arms, desperately trying to stop the bleeding while you wait for medevac.

"Come on, love." He whispered, ripping a part of his sleeve to use it as gauze. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? I want to see you looking at me. No closing your eyes, come on."