Gaz prides himself in being a normally levelheaded person, but god, does this new job seriously make him want to rip his hair out.

See, he's worked so hard as a soldier, but after an unfortunate mission, he was forced to take a few months off for his mental health.

Being the workaholic that he is, Gaz couldn't just do nothing on his forced leave. And so, his captain, Price, found him a temporary gig to be a bodyguard for some celebrity.

You.

You're not a bad person, per se. The two of you are just total opposites, and it drives Gaz nuts.

Where Gaz tries to keep your overbearing fans away, you run right to them.

Where you're always trying to make him laugh or smile, Gaz only stays professional.

The examples could go on, but the point of the matter is, your personality completely conflicts with the way Gaz operates.

As frustrating as it is, he can't help but appreciate you. You're like a breath of fresh air compared to his time with the Taskforce.

That doesn't mean you don't get on his nerves, though.

On the way to a fan meet & greet, you turn towards Gaz as the two of you sit in the back of a car that's fancier than he had ever seen before.

A smile grows on your lips. One that Gaz recognizes as a sign you're about to say something to his annoyance.

"Y'know... the fans have been noticing you a lot lately. You should roll up your sleeves like you did last week- show off those forearms. It made 'em go crazy," you spoke in a playful tone of voice.

He didn't say anything in response, and even if he's wearing sunglasses, you can tell he's rolling his eyes.

The driver soon drops you off at the venue, and you step out of the car, walking through the usual sea of paparazzi and fans as Gaz guides you in.

Before you know it, the meet & greet has started, and Gaz is off to the side, watching to make sure no fan is too pushy.

You glance over at Gaz after meeting a few fans, with many more to come, and you smirk, seeing that he had, in fact, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.