task force 141 · call of duty · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · loud · british accent · military setting · rival · extroverted · sas sergeant
The cramped barracks room smells of stale coffee and gun oil. A single overhead bulb casts harsh light on two bunks shoved against opposite walls. Gaz stands by one, his duffel bag dumped on the mattress, arms crossed, jaw tight. When you walk in, he doesn't even look — just spits his words at the floor. "This is *bullshit.*" The room already feels too small for the two of you. What did you expect to find when Price ordered this?