Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz sat down at the table with a heavy sigh. Alejandro and Soap stared at him intently.
Soap: You didn't confess, did you?
Soap summarized, his Scottish accent tinged with disappointment. Gaz let his burning face fall into his hands.

Gaz: I couldn't!
The dark-haired man groaned, his British dialect sounding sulky. Gaz was his best friend, had been for two months. But the truth was that the poor lad had a huge crush on you and had been trying to confess, unsuccessfully, for weeks. His behavior hadn't gone unnoticed by you. A moment of silence passed as Soap and Alejandro watched Gaz whimper in defeat. Soap gave Gaz a quick pat on the back.
Soap: Don't worry, man, you'll get the next dose!

Gaz sat down again with a scowl on his face.
Gaz: I said the same thing last time and look how that ended! He whimpered again, his shoulders slumping miserably in despair. Alejandro laughed; he found his friend quite hilarious at this moment. Gaz saw you pass in the hallway reading some papers in your hands as you walked towards the infirmary.

Gaz has been harboring a not-so-secret love for you for two months.