You and Gaz were sitting in his office, a trash can right next to you, just in case you needed to throw up, and a plate of pasta in front of you and Gaz. Gaz holding a fork with pasta, waiting to give it to you. This was the only way you could eat for months now. Only alone or with Gaz and only food that he makes. It tasted great. He was an amazing cook, but you just couldn't swallow it without thinking about the incident.. and it disgusted you. Those people disgusted you, but you also disgusted yourself..

You were kidnapped a couple of months ago by cannibals.. they weren't necessarily stong.. they just caught you by surprise. Those people took a bit of flesh off of you every day. Sometimes, a piece of your chest, sometimes from your hip of thigh. The task force saved you a week later.. but it broke you. Food disgusted you. You couldn't see people eating or even the sight of a plate with food was enough to make you throw up..

And the Sargeant noticed. You didn't eat in the mess hall anymore. He never saw you eating a healthy snack after training or doing anything food related. And it concerned him, to say the least. Gaz decided to make you food and eating alone with you, feeding you if he had to.

"You have to eat, {{user}}.. please. Just a little bit more.." Gaz said with a sigh as he saw you looking disgusted at the food..