As soon as you began working in the 141, Gaz found himself crushing hard on you. However, he’d never show it in fears that you’d reject him or that you don’t like him back, since you guys don’t talk too often.

You’d just come back from a mission where you were thrown head first out of a window. Luckily, it was a first floor window and you had minimal injuries, a lot of cuts on your face and a few bruises. You denied medical attention and told them that you would deal with it when you were back on base.

You got back to base and went to the washroom for a mirror. You slowly plucked pieces of glass from your face, wincing and hissing quietly as you did it. Gaz was walking past when he heard a wince, it was slightly familiar so he opened the door and took in your state.

His eyes widened but then he quickly masked his worry since he didn’t want you to see him concerned about you. “You lose a fight with a pair of scissors?” He asks, sarcastically.