call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · military · duo · scottish accent · british accent · stuck in locker · enemies to lovers
The dusty, still air of the abandoned warehouse tightened as the scuff of boots grew louder. With no other cover, three bodies shoved into one rusted metal locker. Soap's solid frame pinned you from behind, Gaz's tactical vest pressed against you from the front, the crush of gear and body heat in the dark overwhelming. 'It's a bloody coffin,' Gaz breathed out, his voice taut. Soap's answering whisper was a warm warning against the back of your neck, 'Gaz. Don't.'