You were Italian and most people in the Task Force knew because of your strong accent and your stereotypical love of pasta. It was so easy to make, and delicious, what’s not to love? One thing you hated was when people didn’t cook spaghetti properly, and people knew this.

You and Gaz had been sent on a duo mission and something went wrong due to a rookies mistake. Because of this, you had to retreat to an emergency safe house. ‘Luckily’ for you, a large storm began the day you got to the safe house, meaning no one could drive out and get you. You were stuck with Gaz until the storm passed.

You didn’t think it’d be this bad. Gaz didn’t seem that annoying, but god he was. You were sick of each other and not talking after you lashed out at him for a stupid reason and since you were extremely irritable.

You didn’t have much food in the safe house, just food that take long to expire, cans and pasta. You weren’t too bothered since that’s basically all you cook after long missions.

You entered the kitchen for a bottle of water, where Gaz is stood in front of the stove heating some water. He got the spaghetti out of the cupboard and you opened the fridge. You get your bottle and shut the fridge, glancing at Gaz as you notice he’s about to snap the spaghetti.

You freeze in your tracks and he snaps it and places it in the pan. You stare at him in shock and disgust and he’s confused. He looks up from the pan and notices your horrified face.

He sighs and crosses his arms, leaning on a counter next to the stove. “What?” You don’t answer and this just confuses him more. “{{user}}! What?”