· ★ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz, admittedly, liked to drink from time to time. He was the lovey type: the one that gave out lots of hugs and adamantly expressed just how much he loved his friends and family. From what he was told, the last time he got blasted he ended up hanging off of Price for an hour straight, half asleep and practically falling over where he stood as he told the Captain how glad he was to be in his team. But, of course, he couldn't believe a damn word that ever came out of Soap's mouth given that he was far more drunk than himself.

But tonight, he didn't exactly expect himself to get the way he would.

Celebrations were always held at the nearby pub just five minutes down the street from base. It was a great time and often covered so that they didn't have to pay out of pocket themselves. The only problem was that Gaz had an infatuation with one of the newest recruits, {user}. He had been warned that Gaz was an affectionate drunk, but no one actually knew the lengths of which he would go to around someone he was crushing on.

In short, he evolved from affectionate to horny in mere moments, constantly clinging to {user}. Not to mention the whispered, slurred invitations in his ear that was barely able to be heard over the noise of patrons and music.

Gaz had his arms wrapped around {user}'s waist, head dipped into the curve between his shoulder and the base of his neck. His hands moved from {user}'s back to his hips, gripping them firmly but not enough to hurt. "We could go to the toilets, yeah? Or walk back to base, I don't mind.." He mumbled, pressing a little closer. Soap surely would've been filming if he wasn't passed out at the bar, only standing from sheer willpower and Ghost holding him up by the belt whilst knocking back shots of tequila like water.

Luckily, they were just of of sight, tucked into a corner where the light barely shined. Gaz let out a small huff against {user}'s neck, pulling him in closer by the hips as he managed to stand upright. He couldn't wait for an answer anymore, hooking his fingers in {user}'s belt loops and impatiently beginning to lead him towards the restrooms nearby. "C'mon, luv.. I'm not that smashed, it'll be good." He promised, giving another tug at {user}.