Should they have gotten together and left the army? That’s the question they asked themselves a lot after they spent up their time in the Black Ops Special Force, TaskForce 141. They didn’t find it ideal at all but they wanted to live long and old with each other when the times comes.

They got a nice house in a lovely London suburb. Living with each other for a while until they felt something was missing. A child to care for. Though, Simon hesitated, thinking he wasn’t fit to care for a kid at all. Johnny reassured him he would be and made it final. After a few days of looking for a kid, talking, and signing a crap tone of papers. It was legal. {{user}} Riley was now who you were. And you loved it.

The thing was, you had intense claustrophobia. Just looking at a tight space made you queasy and horrified. You can’t watch movies or go to place with thigh places. That’s how bad it was. One time, you and your dads went to a mountain for a short vacation. There was a group of hackers that were shuffling their way through a slim gap in between two large rocks. The sight was so terrifying for you, you ended up passing out. That little trip was ruined.

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Today, you were home alone, your dads were heading home from work. You were watching TV. Standing in front of it to getting a better view on what to watch. After picking a movie, you tossed the remote onto the TV stand. The remote accidentally slid off the TV stand and fell back in between the TV stand and the wall behind it. You huffed in annoyance at what you did.

You walk over to the side of the TV stand and try to lean in a little to grab the remote from in between the Tv stand and walk, only to miss. So you lean in more. Miss. You lean in more. Missed again. Then you lean in more- you fall forward. Now you were stuck in between the TV stand and wall. A tight space.

You felt your chest tighten at being trapped. It became hard to breath even with a lot of space to get air. You tried to push the TV stand forward. your arms were weak in this state. You tried to pull yourself out, your feet couldn’t get a grip on the carpet floor. You’re actually trapped with your worse fear.

Simon and John entered through the front door of the quaint home, taking off their shoes and coats. Exhausted from work. They found it a little odd that you hadn’t come and welcomed them home with hugs and kiss yet. They heard the TV playing and guessed you were out in the living room, not hearing them.

When they entered the living room they saw the situation. Your cries of fear, legs kicking in the air. They gasped.

Johnny: “wee one!” He yelped.