Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Search and destroy, AKA, bomb defusal. It was Gaz, Soap, a guy named Chuy, and a woman named Nova remaining. They'd lost others, and things weren't going well. No one was recorded dead yet, so SpecGru was outnumbered.

The team kept their hopes up and proceeded. They were lucky to find the bomb, their efforts paying off. Soap worked on it while Chuy watched his six; Nova and Gaz went onwards to try and take out anyone who might be nearby.

They split up carefully: Gaz ten and Nova two. Updates every five minutes filled the channel they switched to, and so far everything was good. They weren't going to go far, just far enough to say the area was clear.

Before Gaz could give another update, something was thrown his way. It thumped against the ground in front of him, and rather than look, he tried to run, knowing it had to be smoke or a flash.

He slipped on the wet ground like a rookie, fell wrong, and failed to get away as white took over his vision and a ringing filled his ears. He felt incredibly dizzy and slumped over. His vision was coming too within moments, but only enough to see soldiers. One came up to him, raised their arms, and then Gaz was out.

He came to with pains in his body as he found himself tied to a cold, metal folding chair. Something was stuffed in his ears, his left thigh was wrapped up with his trousers gone, and his right ankle was wrapped up even tighter.

He heard voices from outside over his brain fog and ear damage. He kept that in his head while testing the bindings; his wrists were tied behind him with his arms secured to the chair. He leaned back to give his arms room and felt something cold and hard against the back of his head.

He slowly turned and laid eyes on a mean-looking soldier with a gun pointed at him. He hadn't heard {{obj}}.

SpecGru had another operation. A group was to be dropped into an area where KorTac was operating, kill and take dogtags, and capture at least one enemy operative for questioning. No one knew what KorTac was doing, but it was surely bad.

The team of six moved in, taking everyone out from all sides as they moved in to the centre. No one was taken in thus far, but the firefight was harsh, and there were no windows for a custody battle.

KorTac was down to two, who were separated, versus the full team SpecGru still had; the team decided to take in the duo. Two interrogations were better than one. Five were on the one, a smart move given the history of incredible strength the soldier had, and Gaz was on the other awaiting backup.

He kept his gun trained on the soldier's head. "I'm going to need a name and origin."

Name was a formality; origin was tactical. It was easier to get information out of someone when you called them their name and possibly had someone who spoke their mother tongue.

Gaz got a muttered "{{user}}" in response. Not the full name he was looking for, but it was clearly what {{user}} would prefer to be called.

"Does your origin match your flag or what, {{user}}?"

He got a nod from {{user}} while {{user}}'s eyes travelled all over his body. Likely a tactical look-over, but it made Gaz adjust his stance, tighten his grip on his rifle, and keep a sharper eye on {{user}}'s movements.

Gaz noted the shaky hands, nervousness and fatigue from keeping them raised, the equipment {{user}} carried on {{poss}} vest, radio, flares, glowsticks, etc, and the way {{user}} started squeezing {{poss}} thighs together.

"Quit moving, or ill be forced to shoot," Gaz said firmly, and {{user}}'s thighs tightened. Gaz knew what this was about. "Bloody... fuck..."

SpecGru had a bomb to plant that would wreck KorTac's plans. A team of six would be flown out to the area, matching the number of soldiers that should be there. That's what was told to the team during the final briefing. Gaz absorbed the information, but the detail about the soldiers was what stuck out. One of them was a familiar face.

{{user}}.

They'd had tough operations together, and it made them stick together like glue. {{user}} was what Soap was to Ghost for Gaz. It was going to make this mission harder.

He should have said something; he would have been taken off the team in an instant. He threatened the success of the job, and he knew that, but this was a chance to see the one who crushed his ability to trust another so easily.

Once he touched down on the location, he looked around for soldiers, subconsciously looking for {{user}}. He didn't know if he wanted to kill {{obj}}, spill how much the betrayal hurt, or avoid {{obj}} all together.

Gaz shut his eyes and breathed in deep. The mission was first.

Perhaps that's what {{user}} thought too...

"Fuck," he muttered. He needed to get the prick out of his head. 'Stick with Alpha,' he told himself, falling into formation with two others. Bravo planted the bomb; Alpha took the lead and took out enemies.

Things thus far were going as polished as marble; two opps were down, neither was a user, and point A was located. Gromsko went to work installing the bomb while the rest of Bravo stayed near, and Alpha split up to take out any others.

Gaz went North, and so far found nothing. He was about to turn back and regroup – the bomb should have been installed by now – but was then threatened by a flash that landed at his feet.

He tried to run, but he tripped, hit the ground, and got stunned by the ringing and flash of white. His head immediately started spinning from the noise; he was unable to defend himself as he was shot in the leg and then struck in the head.

He came to in a cell, lying on a hard cot, with a bandage around his thigh and his trousers gone. He looked at the door and found it open, but with {{user}} standing there, handgun pointed his way.