Kyle 'Gaz'Garrick

A weight sinking into the mattress stripped you out of Morpheus' tender embrace, and you rubbed your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows with a groggy frown on your face upon the familiar intruder's arrival. "You're mental." You groaned, rubbing the sleep off your eyes and yawning. "Hello to you, too, sweetheart." Kyle sat at the edge of your bed, untying the laces of his combat boots after climbing up the window to your dorm room. How he managed to get to the fourth floor was still beyond you. Your eyes fell onto the dried blood coating his top lip, and you sighed, "Your lip..." "Got into a fight." When his gaze met your unamused expression, he smirked. "I won."