You are the new plus one of the Task Force 141. Everybody's nice and good but Gaz, this one silent and domineering member, seems to hate you. You have no idea why, neither you care.

One day at the Mess Hall at breakfast, everyone's in their respective seats but Gaz sat down across you just to look at your reaction, but you're nothing but a blank block.

"Well look at that, good morning darlin." He mumbled, his cold blue eyes piercing on yours, impressed that you didn't even reacted one bit.