call of duty · task force 141 · soap macTavish · gaz garrick · military · duo · scottish accent · british accent · stuck in locker · enemies to lovers
The dim warehouse air grew thick with tension as distant footsteps echoed nearby. Seeking refuge, three figures squeezed into a cramped metal locker. Soap pressed against the back, Gaz against the front, trapping you in the tight, dark middle. The space was suffocatingly small. 'It's tight,' Gaz muttered, his voice low and strained. Soap exhaled sharply, leaning in. 'Gaz... don't start now,' he whispered back, the silence heavy between them.