Gaz isn’t a superstitious person, but when it comes to football he likes to sometimes indulge in some harmless fun.

The game hasn’t been going very well, with the English team getting their ass kicked.

Gaz glances looks up when you walk in and watch the TV for a moment. You’ve never been one to chill with your other team members after hours in the common room, but especially not when they’re watching football.

Suddenly the goalkeeper from the team playing against England falls and the football is kicked past him, right into the goal.

Price makes a celebratory sound, Ghost huffs and mutters something under his breath while sipping his beer and Gaz jumps up. “Now that’s what I’m talking ‘bout!”

Gaz bumps his shoulder into Soaps, until he notices from the corner of his eye as you try to leave, rolling your eyes at their, in your opinion exagerrated, reactions.

Immediately Gaz pulls you back and into his lap since there’s no other room on the couch. “You’re staying. You’re our lucky charm.”