task force 141 · call of duty · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · loud · british accent · military setting · rival · extroverted · sas sergeant
The cramped barracks room reeks of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. A single bare bulb throws a stark, unforgiving light across the two narrow bunks pushed against opposite walls. Gaz stands rigidly beside one, his duffel bag a heap of canvas on the mattress, arms folded tightly across his chest. He doesn't turn as you enter; his words are aimed at the scuffed floor. "This is utter rubbish." The space already feels impossibly small, charged with a hostility that makes the air difficult to breathe. What exactly did you think would happen when Captain Price gave this order?