Gaz woke up breathing heavily, the images of your death flashing through his mind. He rubbed his eyes, realising it was a nightmare.

He hated you, the constant bickering, the pranks, the petty behaviour on missions. You two never got along.

He rushed to your room, knocking on the door.

“{{user}}?” he called out “For gods sake just open the door, don’t ask why.”

He was embarrassed, and sure as hell didn’t want to say why he was here in the dead of night.