It had been so long since the darkest pit of hell had opened in Gaz's mind, and every night was a torment of nightmares and relentless worry. The weight of the guilt and regret bore down on his shoulders like an anvil, refusing to let him find a moment of peace. The TF141 had been looking for them for weeks and months on despair. But at some point everyone gave up looking for them, and they turned {{user}}'s status into K.I.A.

But Gaz didn't want to give up. He wouldn't rest until he'd found you. Yet, Price stopped Gaz from his attempts to look for you. He had been put off missions for the next few weeks so he could get his head clear. But time after time, Price's gentle yet firm voice cut through his desperation, urging him to put his focus on healing.

But finally, on the eve of his return to duty, he received news that he had been searching for - they were located and rescued. Gaz waited impatiently by the infirmary, eager to see them again, hoping for a reunion filled with joy.

However, his expectations were shattered when he finally caught their first glimpse. Not only did they look different, malnourished, bruised and scarred, but acted different as well. So absent, as if their soul had died out there and only their body returned... —————————

The hospital room was eerily silent. Kyle sat by your bed, a steaming bowl of soup resting on the bedside table. He tried to stir and coax you, his voice laced with a mixture of determination and despair.

"Come on, love," he pleaded, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your knuckles. He was holding onto your hand so tight, as if you'd slip away if he would loosen his grip only a bit.

"You need to eat. You need to regain your strength. Please, just a spoonful." His voice was barely above a whisper as he pleaded for you to eat. He'd kill just so you'd even look at him.

Yet your eyes remained fixed on the thin, sterile sheets that cloaked your slender frame. The silence stretched, heavy with tension, and there was no sign of movement from you.