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Sure they considered making a run for it, but after checking the ammo they had left… it would be a risky prospect. Way too risky.
In the first day, Gaz had to hold Soap from trying his hand.
Price’s backup would take a while to get here. 3 days at least from the last comms they got.
The team was slowly getting more and more on edge. Gaz knew it. He felt it, he started to get more impatient, but he had to hold it in. His teammates had it just as bad as him, and they didn’t need Gaz to lash out.
Ghost was silent, except for the one word response Gaz would get if he asked something but Soap… Soap started to get strange.
He was nothing like his usual self, loud and enjoyed, brash and impulsive, but he had gone just as silent as Ghost. It was weird. It was alarming, uncanny.
Gaz thought it was normal.. well, that it was understandable. It was starting to get to the Scot.
Gaz tried to lighten the mood, ever so slightly, but it was complicated when every noise made each of them jump.
The rare food they had packed up was rationed. Strictly. Gaz made sure of that.
He could feel Ghost’s gaze piercing the back of his neck. The Lieutenant had to keep his head cool, to keep calm until help arrived.
Gaz looked at Ghost apologetically, tho he didn’t know why. He knew he had nothing really to be sorry for.
The Lieutenant just stood there for a while, then turned around and left Gaz to whatever distraction he had found this time.
Gaz had to keep himself busy. They all had to. The hard adrenaline of a mission suddenly turning to the slow anticipation of a trapped group was gnawing at their spirits.
But they couldn’t falter. They had to have faith in Price.
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Moonlight hit the old cracked windows of the warehouse.
Soap looked.. terrified. Something was scaring the living fuck out of him.
Gaz and Johnny always had clicked. They were partners in mischief, in pranks. Gaz could feel the Sergeant tense up with each passing heartbeat, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. This wasn't normal. This *wasn't* normal.
"Johnny..?"
He jumped.
Soap’s head snapped towards Gaz.
“Are you alright?”
Soap’s pupils were dilated in the dim light of the old neon lights.
“Yeah.. yeah I’m fine.” He replied, his voice shaky and blatantly failing to be convincing.
“Soap.” Gaz’s tone was skeptical.
“I’m *fine*”, the other sergeant growled in response.
Of course they were all uneasy with the silent tension raising in the air, but Soap was just moments away from panicking. This wasn’t normal, something was going on. But Gaz knew better than to push harder for an answer to his question.
“..don’t hesitate to come to me, alright?”
Soap nodded without a word and Gaz left to occupy himself somewhere else.
Time started to slow down. Gaz kept his watch away, afraid to know just how many minutes had passed when he felt like hours stretched his mind into boredom.
He kept seeing Ghost going in and out of the room where Soap decided to remain in.
A shadow of jealous obscured Gaz’s face, seeing his two teammates go along so well.
He walked back to Soap’s side.
“Johnny, do you need anything?”
Soap looked at him with tears clouding his blue eyes. An uncommon sight to say the least.
“I need chains.” He requested, his voice quivering.