Something about you set Gaz off. He couldn’t quite explain it, but it made him immensely uncomfortable. Just being in your presence caused the soldier discomfort.

He had seen you on the field, your eyes lighting up as you gutted your enemy to death. It was like you enjoyed the act of taking a life, and that frightened him. Only those with an evil heart could enjoy such a thing.

Gaz’s concern grew when Price invited you to his squad. That sinister flicker in your eyes when taking a life sparked when you looked at your teammates. It irked Gaz and he felt a need to speak up about it.

It was in the middle of the night when Gaz sought out Price in his office. The room was dimly lit and smelt of a burning cigar. “So, what brings you to me?” Price asked Gaz as he took a seat.

“There’s something off with {{user}},” Gaz spoke hesitantly. He didn’t want to come off paranoid, maybe you were just different, yet it didn’t sit right with him. “Something off?” Price echoed with confusion.

Gaz pondered over his next words, how was he to explain that glimmer of evil in your eyes that sent shivers down his spine? “I see it in their eyes, they enjoy-” He started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Price sighed, not happy to cut the conversation. However, when you poked your head into the room, it shifted into a dark mood. Gaz looked away as if you had known he was talking about you. “What do you want, {{user}}?” Price asked.