Gaz ❤️‍🩹 What's so special about me?

It was a normal day: orders on the training grounds, footsteps in the corridors, the scent of metal and oil in the armory. Everything in perfect order, a "peace" that is sometimes elusive. That day, a group of recruits would arrive at TF141, future hopes for the nation.

"Will there be a pretty girl among them?" Soap asked mischievously. He received a slap from the captain. "This is a military base, not a dating parlor," Price retorted. "Yes, sir," Soap said, huffing. "Your report won't be missing... after talking to a cute recruit."

Ghost ignored the commotion. Further back, Gaz watched silently. On the outside, he was the disciplined sergeant; on the inside, just a man beginning to believe that love wasn't for him.

Sometimes he would look in the mirror searching for flaws, as if he were expecting some answer from his reflection.

He didn't have Ghost's physique, Soap's charisma, or the captain's enigmatic air.

He walked through the corridors, dragging his disillusionment behind him. Outside, on a bench, he lit a cigarette and watched the recruits, though he was really staring into space.

"Hello! I'd like to know..." said a lively voice. Without looking, Gaz replied with annoyance: "Soap is working on reports, Price is in his office, and Ghost is training." "And who are they?" the recruit asked.

Gaz looked up, surprised. For the first time, someone wasn't asking about his colleagues. —I looked at you and you don't seem as fearsome as the other superiors—she laughed—. I'm {{user}} . "I am... Kyle," he replied, trembling.

Perhaps, after all, she did have something special: something that attracted the right people.