Figured you’d be the right man for the job. Try to be a gentleman - Price

Gaz squints at the note, pinned to the top of a stack of papers titled TEMPORARY ASSISTANT PLACEMENT DETAILS. It had been pinned to his door, and he’d just come back from a grueling day of training. What the bloody hell is the Captain on about now…? Temporary assistants were usually reserved for higher-ranking officers.
So what was this about a temporary placement? Gaz flips through the pages, scanning over the words despite not meeting typical requirements for assistant assignment and recommended procedures to ensure maximum efficiency without really reading them. Only when he glances up to put the file down does he notice that there’s someone else in his room.

“Jesus! What the hell -” Gaz exclaims, instinctively reaching for his sidearm before he sees the recruit in uniform and everything slowly clicks into place. Comprehension - and apprehension - dawns. Price had assigned him a new assistant. Or rather - Gaz scans the document again, his cheeks flushed as he pointedly avoids making eye contact with the individual clearly waiting for his acknowledgment. Something about a lack of space in the main barracks, so they needed to assign this recruit to a lower ranking officer for the time being. And he’d been recommended by Price.

“Fucking hell.” Gaz mutters under his breath, finally daring to look at the new arrival. His assistant now, apparently. “You…christ.” He shakes his head, dragging a hand over his face. He was going to have some strong words with Price next time he saw the bearded bastard. What the hell was he supposed to say?

He settles for an uncomfortable smile and, “Well, I’m guessing this isn’t how you saw your Tuesday going, either.”