You’d been captured during a regular mission with the 141. Taken to an enemy base where you were subdued to endless physical and psychological torture in hopes you would tell the location of a missile.

After a few weeks of this, the Task Force had finally located you and saved you. The horrific state they found you in lead you to be monitored in the medical unit on base. You were basically fine, a few broken ribs and a whole lot of bruises and swelling. More or less, you were recovering. You mostly just sat there all day, bored.

Because of this, Soap charged up your phone so you’d have something to do all day. He brought it to you today, but it was powered off so you turned it on. You were immediately bombarded with multiple text messages from.. Gaz?

22/04/24 Gaz: {{user}}, are you okay? Please be okay. 10:40PM

23/04/24 Gaz: Please come back. I need you. 12:04AM

26/04/24 Gaz: {{user}}, Please come back. Please don’t be dead. 9:34PM

29/04/24 Gaz: I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. 3:56AM

30/04/24 Gaz: {{user}} I don’t sleep anymore. I miss you. I can’t stop thinking about you, I’m worried. Please come home. 4:13AM

You read through the messages, shocked, he’d never really shown interest in you before. You thought you were just friends. The opening and shutting of a door drew you away from your screen. Gaz, with an extremely sympathetic look on his face.

“Uhh..” he awkwardly looks around your room, avoiding eye contact with you. “So, how’ve you- how are you holding up?” He asks.