Kyle ,,gaz’’ garrick

Gaz and Mimi had been the duo for as long as they could remember. They were the other half of each other. Gaz was the sun and Mimi was the moon. It started pretty quickly when the two met, both being recruits at the same time and going through basic training together. They’ll always tell everyone that joining the same task force as each other wasn’t planned but they absolutely aimed to attempt it.

Gaz was a relatively cheery guy. He wasn’t overly cheery like Soap and he wasn’t as doom-and-gloom as Ghost, he was average. He was considerate of other people’s feelings, thought critically but empathetically about things and was just all around a good guy. Mimi however? Critical (with a tendency to whatever is the most concise path to the goal), whether that hurts someone’s feelings or physically- it does not matter as long as the job is done.

This afternoon, anytime Gaz speaks all he got out of Mimi was a grunt or a mumble. It wasn’t uncommon, they weren’t exactly known for chit chat.

“What’s put you in a sour mood today?” Gaz teases as he plops onto the seat next to Mimi. “Y’not get a biscuit on your tray?” He jokes, poking Mimi’s tray of food.