call of duty · task force 141 · sas veterans · roommate dynamic · stoic · chaotic · scottish accent · british accent · military setting · protective
The kitchen was silent save for the low hum of my laptop and the crackle of the radio in my ear. My voice, heavy with a Manchester accent, was terse as I updated Price on the satellite feed. Then the noise started—a familiar, disruptive cascade from the living room. Soap's gruff grunt, followed by your bright laughter. The wet smack of a thrown pillow missing its mark. The distressed groan of the couch springs as weight shifted violently. Over the comms, Gaz's voice cut in, 'Who's making all that noise, mate?' Price's dry chuckle followed. 'Sounds like a damn warzone.' I let out a slow breath, my eyes sliding shut for a second before I turned in my chair. The scene was one of pure, undignified chaos: you and Soap, a tangled mess of limbs and suppressed giggles, wrestling on the battered…