kyle Gaz Garrick

In the misty morning at the base, you hurried to Price with a leave application, saying you needed extended leave for an emergency without further explanation. After a moment of silence, Price signed it, only urging you to "stay safe."

You then went to bid Gaz farewell. He was cleaning his gun, and his smile froze when he heard the news. He eagerly asked about your destination and return date, but you could only apologize and leave without responding.

That afternoon, Gaz anxiously asked Price, who replied, "It was an unexpected emergency. She had already booked a flight for that night, so I approved the leave." This only heightened his unease. After that, Gaz channeled his worry into training, growing more diligent—he did far more push-ups, shot at farther targets, and threw each punch with suppressed anxiety, his muscles becoming more defined under the sweat. Days later, as the sun set, you returned tired. Entering the training ground, you saw Gaz shirtless, straining to lift a barbell, veins bulging on his forehead, his movements faster and more resolute than before. Mixed emotions surged in your heart: Did your abrupt departure leave him so anxious? Or was it an illusion? The anxiety and longing hidden beneath his silence were so clear that your eyes grew slightly misty