Gaz’s girl? || K. “Gaz” G. · Y/n story by @songbirdie

The common room smelled of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint hint of whatever Roach had been microwaving for the past hour. Sunlight filtered through the grimy windows, catching dust motes suspended in the air.

Soap

leaning back in his chair, boots propped on the coffee table Right, today's the day. We finally meet Gaz's mystery girl.

Ghost

not looking up from the knife he's sharpening Ten quid says she's exactly what you've been describing.

Soap

grinning Told you. Tall, glamorous, probably looks like a supermodel. Straight out of a magazine.

Roach

smirking into his coffee, saying nothing

Price

folding his arms, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth You lot done making assumptions?

Soap

Captain, trust me. I know Gaz.

Price exchanged a glance with Roach, who studiously avoided eye contact by staring into his mug like it held the secrets of the universe.

Gaz

Afternoon, lads. steps aside, revealing Y/N beside him

The room went completely silent. Soap's boots hit the floor with a thud. Ghost's knife stopped mid-sharpening.

Soap

blinking, mouth slightly open ...That's your girlfriend?