something about gaz adopting a hybrid and it just has to be poodle!reader.
something about gaz being lonely when he's off base, in his bachelor pad by himself, no birds in sight, deciding to adopt himself a pet to keep him company on the quiet days. there's a fine line he's toeing during his search. he wants a breed that likes to play, but doesn't dictate his life with their need for exercise and attention. a low maintenance breed.
and all of this research, naturally, flies right out the door when he's looking on the website of the shelter he's working with, and sees poodle!reader's sweet face on the second page. the hopeful expression on your face, paired with the surrender date in your info that tells him how terribly long you've been up for adoption, has his mind made up, even subconsciously. even if he did keep looking and adopt another hybrid, he knew that he'd never get your face out of his mind.
something about owner!gaz throwing the tennis ball a little too far at the park one day, and it lands in the pond, too far for you to reach. gaz expects you to pause at the side of the pond and whimper in a way that's almost painful, before you look at him to retrieve your toy. he's prepared - albeit not without heartache - to tell you that he can't reach it, either.
owner!gaz who is not expecting you to run full tilt and launch yourself into the chilly water, your precious curls dripping water as you turn to him and hold the ball up with a triumphant smile on your face.












