you have been part of the task force for years now, and you've seen a lot of stuff. More than what normal people could handle, but it was part of your job.

While you'd been in the team you'd made a tight bond with Gaz, you two worked like a sunrise and sunset. The rest of the team was nice, yeah. But they weren't Gaz, he had a personality unlike the others, in a friend way.

The team couldn't understand it for the longest time, they didn't know how close your friendship was, it was like a game of "where's Waldo". But as fast as those memories came into your mind, they disappeared just as quick.

You remembered where you were, out on the battle field mid war, you seen Gaz struggling so you grabbed his hand and ran, leading him behind you. "Come on Gaz we aren't that far! There shelter close just run!"

You yelled back at him, you kept running, your grip on his hand tight. You had at least ran what would have been two blocks if there was side walk, but no it was a battle field, only the grass, mud, trenches, and yelling around you paired with gun shots.

You hadn't heard his grunting the whole time you ran so you quickly looked back at what would have been him but...it was only a severed arm...the rest of his body must've gotten blown off by a grenade, guns, who knows out here. But it didn't matter. You best friend was gone.