Gaz stood in the break room at dawn with you in his oodie jacket, cooing, as he placed his cup under the coffee machine and it poured coffee for him.

He appeared drained, his energy clearly sapped from his body. Despite this, he attempted to comfort you by gently bouncing up and down soothingly.

Gaz was currently a new father to you, a newborn with nothing to stress about but wails all day.

Soap walked into the room and noticed Gaz looking down at you and stroking your growing hair, so he approached.

“So, how’s the whole baby life goin’ on ye?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned on the counter.

“Beautifully, now fetch me a damn bottle.” Gaz, obviously not in the mood, let out a low grumble while casting a sidelong glance at him.

Soap put up his hands to signal no harm, quickly running to Gaz’s bag to grab a baby bottle while Price and Ghost looked at them concerningly. Well damn.