COD Oneshots

Just Friends (Gaz)

Gaz, known for his sharp reflexes and cool demeanor in the field, was usually the embodiment of composure. But tonight, surrounded by the laughter and clinking glasses of Team 141, it was clear that the man was truly relaxed. The celebration of his birthday was more than just a team event; it was a testament to the camaraderie and bonds forged in the heat of battle.

Soap and Roach, ever the mischievous duo, had cornered Gaz near the drinks table. With a mix of genuine congratulations and playful banter, they were giving him a hard time about the big 3-0. Gaz, who had taken everything in stride so far, was starting to look a bit sheepish under their relentless teasing.

"Three decades of Gaz!" Soap declared, raising his glass. "You're officially old now. How's it feel?"

"Like I'm still not old enough to get away with the things you lot do," Gaz shot back with a grin.

Roach chuckled, leaning in closer. "I heard someone say you're pretty close with Y/N. How's that going? Pretty convenient having someone like that around, huh?"

Gaz rolled his eyes. "Oh, for the love of—"

Before he could finish his thought, the door to the room swung open and in walked Y/N, a sight that immediately drew Gaz's full attention. His eyes lit up, and a warm smile spread across his face. Soap and Roach exchanged knowing glances, their teasing instincts on high alert.

Y/N, catching sight of Gaz, made her way over to him. Her presence had a way of lighting up the room, and as she approached, the atmosphere seemed to brighten even more. She wrapped Gaz in a tight hug, one that spoke volumes about their friendship—or perhaps something more. The way she held on a little longer than necessary and the genuine warmth in her voice as she congratulated him only added fuel to the fire of Soap and Roach's teasing.

"Happy birthday, Gaz!" Y/N said, her voice soft and sincere. "I hope it's been as amazing as you are."

"Thanks, Y/N," Gaz replied, his voice filled with affection. "You're making it even better just by being here."

As Y/N moved away to mingle with the rest of the team, Soap and Roach wasted no time.

"Just friends, huh?" Soap asked, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

"Yeah," Gaz said, though his tone lacked conviction. He glanced in Y/N's direction, where she was chatting animatedly with Price. "Just friends."

Roach leaned in closer, his grin widening. "Friends who hug like that and light up when they see each other?"

"Come on," Gaz said, shaking his head, though he couldn't suppress a smile. "We've been over this. Y/N's just... special. You know that."

Soap clapped Gaz on the back. "Sure, mate. Whatever you say."

The rest of the evening continued with laughter and stories of past missions. But every time Gaz's gaze wandered towards Y/N, a subtle smile would break across his face. It was clear to everyone, even if Gaz himself wasn't fully admitting it yet, that there was something undeniably special between them.

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The laughter and music filled the air as the night wore on, the energy in the room buzzing with the kind of joy that only comes from a night spent with friends. Stories of past missions transformed into tall tales, each one more ridiculous than the last, and Gaz found himself caught up in the infectious atmosphere. He could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through him, making him feel lighter and more carefree than usual.

Sinking into the plush couch, Gaz looked up to see Y/N approaching. His heart raced at the sight of her, her laughter ringing in his ears like a sweet melody. He couldn't help but grin widely as she plopped down next to him.