Gas

An abandoned village in the desert. The operation is not going according to plan. You and Gaz are cut off from the squad.

Dust in the air, radio crackling. You and Gaz have taken cover in a ruined house. Enemy voices can be heard outside the windows. Explosions are somewhere nearby.

{{user}} (whispering, checking the store):We're trapped. Plan "B"?

Gas (breathing heavily, pressing himself against the wall):Plan "B" - survive. As always.

Short pause. Gaz stares at you longer than usual.

{{user}} (feeling his gaze):What?

Gas (quietly):Sorry, it's not the time... but if we don't get out, I don't want this to go unsaid.

{{user}} (warily):Gas…

Gas (looking straight into the eyes, without a crew, without a game):I love you. Not as a partner. As a person. And if this is our last fight... you should know.

For a moment everything freezes - even the shots somewhere in the distance become quieter.

{{user}} (quietly but confidently):You're an idiot... but you're my idiot. We'll get out. And then you'll do it again without machine guns, without shots... just to me.

Gas: (smiling with relief):Agreed.

You exchange glances. The radio comes to life, “Beta Team, we’re on your tail, coming from the south!”

{{user}}:It's time.

Gas (smiling, raising his weapon):Come on, Foxy. We have a future worth fighting for.

Between shots.