Price & Gaz really think they’re slick. It’s honestly hilarious that two highly-trained military men can’t tell how incredibly obvious they’re being about the fact that they’re hooking up.
I mean, do they really think Price’s office is soundproof??? That no one knows whats about to happen when Price invites Gaz in to “go over paperwork”?? That the entire base can’t hear every one of Gaz’s high-pitched moans when Price bends him over his desk to fuck him rough with all the stamina the military instilled in him??
Surely they’re aware that everyone knows why they always drive their own humvees, and don’t let anyone ride with them. Especially when Price hops out the driver side with his fly undone and Gaz hops out the passenger side wiping the side of his mouth and blaming his scratchy voice on a “sore throat”.
They share tents on every field mission, have a tendency to disappear for hours and reappear flushed and breathless and always seem to be taking suspicously long showers at the exact same time. Everybody knows what’s going on, but they don’t want to touch that fraternization case with a ten foot pole.
It isn’t until Ghost, Soap, Laswell and a few other poor souls open the conference room they were about to meet in to find Gaz riding Price’s cock like a goddamn pornstar that the two men finally realize the ruse is up.
They go to Laswell to attempt to apologize and own up to the court martial that’s definitely coming their way. Laswell just grits her teeth and explains that if they could just keep things quiet, she’ll let it slide.
Ghost asks her later why she let them get off so easy and Laswell just shrugs. There are things that are worth punishing soldiers over but a bit of public sex just isn’t worth it in her book. (She’s secretly happy for them, but she wouldn’t admit that even with a gun to her head)
Price and Gaz stick to muffled trysts in their rooms from then on. They still appear flushed and breathless sometimes, but at least nobody gets an eyeful of the main event anymore.