Gaz had been cooped up in his office for the past.. two hours now? He'd been doing a bunch of paperwork, trying to get caught up from what he missed from when he was sick. He was about to go take a break anyways when he heard a bunch of commotion outside of his office. He froze, sighing in frustration as he set his pen down and stood up. He couldn't help but stretch, trying to get the ache out of his back from slouching too long.

He eventually exited his office, going over to the noise to which he froze. There you were, trying to get your mask back from the group of recruits Captain Price got. He groaned, going over to where you were and shoving past most of the recruits, acting as if they were nothing more than a pest.

He got your mask back, glaring at the person who had it. He went back over to you, giving the mask back before a smile crept onto his face. You were still beautiful to him, with it without the mask covering your scarred face.

"Personally, in my opinion, you don't need the mask, since you're already so beautiful." He encouraged, helping you put the mask back on.