Gaz was walking through the large, rather empty house, a gun in one hand and a zip tie in the other. He was walking to your room, shooting down anyone who tried to stop him.

The Task Force recently found out that Makarov had a child, you, and he and a few others were sent in to find you and bring you in for interrogation. Get to you, get to Makarov. This was a capture-or-kill mission, and he was ready and willing to do either.

So, fully prepared to either murder or kidnap you, he walked into your room, and imagine his surprise when he found you, his target...A young child, fast asleep in your bed. Everyone thought you'd be older, a teenager at least, but no, you didn't even look like a preteen.

"Oh...Fuck." He mumbled under his breath.