damn why did Kyle’s ass block us tho
Continuing this Gaz blurb
*4 months later*
Gaz still felt guilty, and even worse… he couldn’t get off without recalling the way your body moved and voice sounded that night. Gaz was ruined. The innocent pictures he had of you when you two went to the beach once were like a playboy magazine to him. He tried a few hookups from shitty pubs but none compared to how you made him feel. Loved, warm, safe… happy.
He tried going on a few dates… one he accidentally called her your name as they were making out in his car. The other looked like you but lacked personality. Needless to say karma was biting Kyle in the ass.
“So you blocked her, after you took her to the fanciest steakhouse, wine back at her place while sharing secrets… and had the best shag of your life” soap says from the other side of the aircraft. “And let’s not forget all the cute couple shit you two had been doing”
“Who we talking about” ghost questions.
“Lass that Gaz was seeing months ago, and bloody blew it after a quick shag from the sound of it” soap snickers.
“I thought you were still seeing her” ghost questions.
“I didn’t think I’d actually sleep with her, that wasn’t my goal. And no, it’s been a while” gaz defensively replied.
Soap pinches the bridge of his nose “so your original plan was essentially a break off date”.
Gaz shrugs “I didn’t want her last memory of me to be me saying see you later after our usual Sunday walk. Plus we were never technically together”.
Prices eyebrows raised “So you just strung her along for a month and you were going to ghost her regardless of how the night ended”.
“Well… yeah and it was actually more like five months” gaz sheepishly replied.
The men went silent as they gathered their thoughts. Price being the first to speak up after a painful awkward silence “five months, you bastard she probably was falling in love with you, then you decided to pull the shittiest move a man can make”
“I panicked” Gaz shrugs and diverts his eyes from his captains burning gaze.
Ghost chuckles “wrong, you premeditated disappearing from her life. Sounds like you got a fear of commitment”.
Gaz defensive responds “I do not, it’s just with what we do it’s not worth the risk. I mean what if something happens”
“Sounds exactly like something a person with commitment issues would say” ghost quickly replied.
Soap decides to add fuel to the fire “Aye didn’t you do the same thing with the last gal you liked. Maybe it’s the chase you like. Love ‘em and leave ‘em“.
“Fuck off soap” Gaz responds trying to control his irritation.
Price sighs “I didn’t realize how much of my life I wasted having that mentality when I was your age. Had some fun one night stands but the loneliness catches up real quick. Granted things are turning up for me but boy do I feel like I missed out on that young love”.
Gaz starts to think about what price said. After a plane ride home in deep thought he asks price one last question before departing base “So what should I do to get her back”
Prices brows furrowed “You want something optimistic or something realistic”
“Fuck, realistic I guess” gaz leans against the doorframe of prices base office.
Price stands next to a filing cabinet and shakes his head “Honestly I’ll be amazed if she gives you as much as a moment to explain. But if she’s does let you, be honest about why you left and apologize. No point in lying when you have everything to gain and you can’t lose what you’ve already lost Sargent” price gives him a sincere look “regardless of how it turns out you need to let this be a teaching moment. Because maybe she doesn’t take you back, maybe life sends someone else your way. But if you get that lucky you know better than to fuck it up like this ever again”.
Gaz nods “Would flowers be a nice addition to the apology”.
Price smirks “I don’t think flowers will help your cause much, but maybe it’s sweeten her up”.
Gaz nods “thanks, see you later captain”
Gaz needs a plan to get you back, forever hopefully.
*the next day*
She wasn’t even home. So Gaz decides on waiting to see if you’ll come home anytime soon by sitting on your front door steps for two hours. He has no plans to leave until he sees your pretty face.
Gaz scrolls endlessly on his phone when the sound of heels awaken his senses, only to actually look up when he hears your voice “What are you doing here” you very clearly are not happy to see him.
Gaz stands up with flowers in his hand, clearing his voice he carefully starts his plan “I came to explain, but more importantly apologize”. Gaz sheepishly said.
Your eyes look down at the flowers in his hand, appalled. “No need honestly, I’ve moved on and I think you should to”.
Shit this isn’t going well Gaz thinks. Time to take the soft puppy dog approach. He takes a step forward to you and his eyes fill with hurt “Would you at least let me explain, if you don’t want to hear it I’ll leave now but at least let me be honest as to why I ran off”
You huff defeated, hard to say no when he’s looking at you like that but you can’t give in. “Nothing you can say will change my mind”.
“My job. It’s dangerous and I was worried that it wouldn’t work out because of the demands. And I didn’t plan on sleeping with you. Honestly I just wanted you to have a nice night before I disappeared” gaz trying to reach for your hand, you move back.
“That’s great Kyle. Well my boyfriend just left his office and I’m making dinner, so I really don’t have time for this” you fumble with your keys, as they slip to the ground Gaz picks them up and unlocks to door for you.
“At least let me help carry all this in for you and I’ll be on my way” he politely asked. Praying you’ll let him in.
You sigh a defeated “Fine”. You walk in the door first as Gaz grabs the rest of the bags on the porch. He watches as your hips sway, he can feel the blood in body start to boil. Stay calm, stay fucking calm.
Your home still smells like fresh cotton and lavender. Still perfectly tidy and comfortable. He looks over at that corner sofa where you two made out. He closes the front door and walks to the kitchen and sets the groceries on the counter, he notices a silver watch with a rather large band. Must be a big fella. That’s when he hears the front door open and close. A heavy set of footsteps approaches silently.
“I think you should get going now” you say plainly avoiding Kyle’s burning gaze. He hurt you too much for you to have a moment of doubt.
A deep voice speaks as the footsteps stop at the kitchen “Sargent”.
Gaz turns around to the voice in the room and swallows hard.
“Captain”
Pt.3
