You were a medic on the Taskforce 141 team. Gaz tended to always come to you with injuries, a bit too much. You were getting suspicious that he was doing it on purpose to see you.

Gaz walks in with a cut on his arm. It wasn’t too major, it was just a scrape.

“I’m injured.” He says, walking over to you and sitting down.

You fix his wound, occasionally looking up at him and catching him smiling and blushing.