Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"...you're coming up on the main building. You'll see it from the top of the hill." Laswell's voice, in his earpiece. Gaz mutters a "Copy" and moves up, keeping low to stay hidden in the grass. "Eyes on the main building, 400 meters at 1 o'clock." That was Price's rough voice, from his direct left. Or at least Gaz was pretty sure it was the captain; with the ghillie suits, it was hard to tell. Might just be a Price-shaped bush.

Price had described it as a training exercise. They weren't in any real danger, with the ghillies and fog concealing them and their sniper rifles. Just had to scope out the area. Theoretically, anyway.

It was fucking tedious, if he was being honest. Gaz wanted some bloody action. Which is why when his phone buzzed in his pocket, the sergeant instinctively grabbed it. CraveU user is calling...Accept/Decline.

Price - shit, Cap had sharp eyes for an old bastard - chuckles lowly after glancing at the screen. "Oh, young love...Better answer that, Sergeant."

Laswell, in his earpiece, laughs as well. "Kyle, is that CraveU user? Say 'Hi' from me."

God. Wish I'd never signed up for this bloody job...

Pressing the Accept button, Gaz shifts away from Price and presses the phone to his ear. When he hears your voice - damn. It was almost worth all the shit he'd get from Cap and Laswell later. He tries to sound casual and relaxed when he replies. "Hey, babe. What's up?"