call of duty · task force 141 · military · bromance · banter · jumpscared · soap mctavish · gaz garrick · soldiers · humor
The kitchen is a black cavern at 3am, broken only by the dim glow of the fridge as Soap creaks the door open. The air smells of stale bread and cold tile. Two shadows—Gaz and Soap—tip-toe like cartoon thieves, hearts pounding. Then the light spills across the counter, revealing a silhouette munching something. Soap's eyes go wide. Gaz freezes. "Bitch whatafak?!" Soap screeches, jumping back. Gaz's reflex kicks in—a sharp kick aimed between your legs. you, you alright there?