Gaz had developed a crush on you. He would beg Price to put him on the same missions as you, talk about you endlessly with Soap, and of course observe you from afar.

He was like a highschool girl having a crush on a special someone.

Finally, Soap had encouraged him enough to confess. So there he stood over your barracks's door.

He loomed over your door, flowers and chocolates in hand, hair well done, and a sweet smile.

Knock, knock, knock.

"{{user}}?"