Gaz - Blog Posts
Guys I got a haircut. I'm rocking that mid-length style after years of growing out my hair down to my ass lol.
Guess that means that's going into a CoD geadcanon ;P
Stay turned for that!
I wanna do something with soap and gaz about their specific body part obsession but I can't think of anything fitting.
Like thighs or arms?? Or like voice or something?? IDK
Price is a tits guy.
No matter what tits there is, he likes them. Big or small, round or flat, women or men. If it's round and has a nipple he's there to eat it.
His beloved 141 has his favorite tits. Of course, his favorite people need to have his favorite tits.
Soap's are cute. Round and big, but not so big that it not proportional (unlike his ass, according to ghost) he likes to lick them and suck them bc, like any other part of Soap, they are extremely sensitive and when given a bit of attention, they perk alot.
Gaz are Itty bitty. They arent big, but also aren't small. They make themselves known when time comes right. Price likes to stand behind gaz and just have his hands under his tits bc, even if they aren't bonkers, they are cute and itty bitty.
Now Ghost are price favorite. They are huge, so hige that if Ghost wears something tight, you can see them bounce when he jumps or moves. They so big that price hands don't fit it whole. But Ghost is big all over in the best way possible, his tits are just the best gift ever. His nipples are also big and light pink and inverted and price loves to spend hours just trying to push them out and be perky. His tits are so big that could produce milk if worked enough (price is ready to try)
Price loves tits, but his favorites are the 141
I really like ghostprice bc for me price is ghots daddy
I think we can all thank @goatgoesmbe for the brain worms abt yandere gaz now the idea is in my head and it won't come out.
So imagine this:
Gaz, sweet looking, goodie two shoes, morally good gaz, that questions Price decisions, makes disgust faces when Ghost brutalized someone, and disagrees with Soap killing tendencies.
Supposedly.
The other 141 look at him and have the urge to just... corrupt him. They want to break him bc he's so sweet and so tempting to break his morals and his good nature.
But there's something they don't know, or more like, don't notice.
Kyle is sweet. He's caring, he loves to help, he loves affection and loves to be in the army. But they don't notice the way his hands twitch when Price starts threatening people. They don't notice the way he licks his lips when blood starts to splatter while ghost is beating the shit out of someone. They don't notice the way his lips twitch to a smirk when soap talks about a kill.
Kyle went to the military to help people but also to satisfy a thirst that he couldn't stop. What's better than satisfying that thirst for blood with bad guys?
The three 141 decide to put Kyle in a situation that they think it will break the sweet gaz. Ghost pushes Kyle towards a guy that is launching an attack towards them. Kyle punches him first, the guy falls and then there's silence. Ghost thinks he went a bit too far or that the situation wasn't ideal, but then he hears laughter, small and then big. Kyle turns toward Ghost, eyes twinkling, smile big, voice sweet and excited.
" for me!? Can I?!"
Ghost was too stunned to have a proper answer that he just nodded and Kyle went wild. Blood was raining in the room, Kyle was using everything he could reach for except his gun, he was laughing and smiling, all maniac and crazy, blood was painting his brown skin.
When it was over, Kyle turned towards Ghost, all smiles and happy, he swiped a finger on his cheek, gathering the blood and then sucking it off from his finger while he rolled his eyes up and moaned around it.
"Thank you, Ghost" and left the room to keep going with their mission.
And Ghost? Well, he supported a hard on all the way to the base, jerked off, had another bc kyle was bloodied, only going slightly down when Kyle cleaned off the blood. But it came back on when Kyle whispered in his ear.
"Next time, you can fuck me over the body."
And damn, Ghost never knew that sweet Kyle could have him by the balls this way and so fast.
If u want I can do scenarios for the other two, I will gladly do it. With enough push I can always make a bigger fic...
141's Princess (Someone is flirting with Kyle?)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Soap can vouche for the following information, as someone that befriended Gaz the moment he laid eyes on him and who knows almost every deep secret.
Kyle Gaz Garrick doesn't know when people are flirting with him.
Soap knows that this is a fact, an historical one at that, because the scott was victim of such condition. It took soap saying directly that he was flriting with Gaz for 1) the man understand the situation 2) for gaz to flirt back. After that, he found out that Gaz is very good at flirting and amazing at dirty talking.
Anyways, it's more like Gaz thinks that people won't flirt with him from the start, like he knows he's not like soap, funny and sociable, he's quieter likes alone time and prefers to be in the background. Gaz became a source of quiet for soap when he needed, a silent support for Price in anxious times, and a sleep partner for Ghost when his insomnia was at it's worse. Gaz was a pillar in their little relationship and someone they treasure any time they can.
No one flirts with Gaz, and so the 141 didn't even phantom that such thing would happen, they were secure - not only because of Gaz lack of flirt detector, but because gaz was their little treasure - that no kind of that action was needed.
On this day, soap was baffled. He was siting next to price in the mess hall, food eaten just waiting for the older man to finish, they were with gaz but the man had something to do so he left early. He looked towards the entrance of the mess, squinted his eyes and-
Was that someone flirting with Gaz?
Soap was the person with the most knowledge of flirting, so he was not mistaken in his hypothesis. No, that was a man ready to use all his cards on the oblivious and polite sergeant that was his Gaz.
"Hey, Cap" Soap nudge the olders arm, making him almost choke on his food, that earned him a glare from Price, but that wasn't important "sorry! But someone is flirting with your baby" Soap said while pointing to the entrance.
"Wha-" Price looked at the entrance and there, lo and behold, a visiting sergeant that price should really know the name but doesn't remember, is standing way too close to his baby (yes, Kyle is always gonna be his baby) with a smirk, dark eyes and hands way too touchy, trying to flirt with Gaz the best he could. However, Gaz was just standing there, hands to himself polite smile that did not reach his eyes "he doesn't even realize that he's flirting with him."
"Cap, please, I told him his ass was a dessert that I wanted to taste and he said thank you, I had to tell him I was trying to flirt with him."
Price shrugs "that settles it. GAZ, COME HERE." Price called out to the sergeant, who politely excused himself from the other man to the table.
"Yes, sir?" Gaz asked sitting on the chair next to the captain, who then pulled him flush against his side.
"I was just saving you from the excessive flirting over there."
Gaz made a confused sound "flirting? Sergeant Williams wasn't flirting with me."
Both Price and Soap blinked once, twice at him, disbelief written all over their faces "aye, Gaz, kitty, you telling me that you think he was being nice out of his own violation and not chasing that ass?"
"Jesus Soap not everyone is as horny as you. And yes he was being nice, he was asking some questions about our training method and how we teach the rookies."
Price raised a brow "and the smirk, lip licking, lidded eyes, hands on your arms didn't give it away?"
"What? Soap was and is like that too! He might have been a very touchy person!"
"Gaz I was trying to get into your pants, and I'm still actively doing that"
Gaz huff and stood "you are being ridiculous! He's just being friendly! Besides he probably wants Soap and not me! Anyways, I have to go, see you on movie night in Price's room."
"We gonna have a movie night?"
"NOW WE WILL!" Gaz answered back already out of the mess hall.
Price and Soap sat there for a while, reliving that interaction that left them hopeless and amazed. Sometimes, it didn't settle on them that Gaz was oblivious to an unreachable level, but when this kind of things happened they realized all over again and celebrate their milestones because how did they snatched such oblvious prick as their boyfriend?
"That was interesting."
"Ye know what's gonna be interesting?" Soap asked, standing from his chair. Price tilted his head in answer and the scott continued "when Ghost sees that dude flirting with Gaz."
Ah. That. They forgot about that.
141's Princess (Someone is flirting with Kyle?)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
There was a spoken rule (yes, very spoken) that none is allowed to flirt with sergeant John Soap Mactavish.
Soap was a lovable person, nominated by popular vote the 141 base sweetheart. He was kind, funny, sociable, easy to talk with, open to everything, helpful and good with the rookies. The 141 always sent Soap to greet newcomers and visiting soldiers because they wanted to spread a positive image, and they always liked Soap the best.
The consequences of being such lovable and social person was the flirting. Soap had at least three cases of flirting per week, either from new rookies or from a visiting sergeant or liutenant or whatever. Soap knew they were flriting he wasn't that oblivious has people deemed him to be. He likes to flirt back to a certain level, but it's fun banter for him, but he also knows when to stop and back down, and also knows when someone starts to be a little obsessed.
However, to those unfortunate souls, the 141 also knows that people flirt with Soap, all the time. But each has their own reactions.
Price lets him be. He has an immense trust in the scott that was earned through life-death situations and many vulnerable moments. He also knows that Soap realizes what he's doing, so Price is confident that Soap will tell him if things get out of hand. That doesn't mean that he won't pull the sergeant closer when that happens.
Gaz acts like a jealous lover in a playful way. He also trusts Soap a lot, he has also seen the way Soap handles this situations and he knows that the scott won't let it go far. But when they are together and that happens (which is most of the times because soap and gaz come in pair) Gaz acts like he's a jealous teenager, pouts and pulls Soap closer until they are in each other's lap.
Now Ghost...that's a whole different story. He's the reason that the spoken rule of not flirting with Soap was established. It's a known fact that Soap is Ghosts favorite in the base, between the 141 Ghost is loving towards all of them but tends to lean towards Soap more and they were okay with it after a long talk. That to say that Ghost has a "Someone is flirting with soap" sensor that tingles when that happens and as fast as he can he's there scaring the shit out of the person. He looms behind soap until the person gets the fuck out. He nominated Soap's guard dog, and one more reason to fear Ghost was added.
There's this spoken rule, but every one still tries their way with soap. But Sergeant Williams, one of the recent visiting sergeants from other base, wasn't looking for sergeant mactavish.
Williams found Soap funny and cute, like every first impression that the sergeant gives. He could see the charm, but wasn't enough to make him chase Soap like most people he saw doing it. No, who he wanted was the dark skin beauty that was quietly smiling behind Soap when they greeted him.
Sergeant Garrick was his name, code name gaz. Yes, he was quiet but cute, all smiles and very polite, in Williams eyes it was his perfect match. Soap was too much for him, but Gaz was just perfect.
Williams approached his liutenant Rogers, who arrived first in the base, in the mess all "So the sergeant-"
"Don't even try it. Sergeant soap is off limits, unless you want to experience Ghost wrath, then go ahead I ain't gonna save you."
"Okay..." damn, Ghost was weird jesus, poor guys that didn't know about this " but I wasn't talking about soap, I was talking about the other sergeant."
"Who? Gaz?" Williams nodded "I don't know...he's quiet, kind and nice. He helps out a lot and teaches well, but not that outstanding like soap."
"So...no weird liutenant at his back chasing people away?"
"No? Wait, you gonna try for him?" Rogers asked curious.
"Yeah! He's exactly my type, and since he doesn't seem to have anyone protecting him like soap, maybe he will accept my advances"
"You can always try, I guess"
Williams was in his lucky day.
Gaz angst bc I feel like it (part 1???)
Kyle realized that he was the background character, the one that everyone forgot until he offered his services. It's even more crushing knowing that he was in a relationship with the others 3 members of the 141.
He realized that after a new sergeant became a permanent stay. He was everything Kyle was but better. He matched energy with Soap, handled Ghost with care and Price saw him as an equal. Those were Kyle's jobs, but when someone better comes along, he gave up. He started to hide, spend time by himself, wishing that one of them would come and ask him if everything was okay. But when Kyle wasn't offering himself to them, he was forgotten.
The true breaking point was when Alex called for their weekly talk and Kyle just broke down.
"I can't do this anymore." Between sobs, hiccups and lack of breathing, Kyle was able to say what happened, how he felt. Alex understood, tried to calm him down through the phone and suggested a solution.
"Come here, I will tell Farah, she will request you temporarily."
Alex was furious but also not surprised, because he knew Kyle was going to have a hard time fitting with 3 men that already each other on different levels. Kyle was a new addition, Kyle was a regular soldier that happened to be good what he did, Kyle didn't have anything besides his skills to standout and bond with this men, men that were excellent at what they did, men that knew intimate parts of each other from the very beginning, men that bond over past happenings. Kyle didn't had those, his only set back his fragile mind and his even fragile heart. Alex warned Kyle that he was entering a new world that did not connected with him, but Kyle accepted the challenge. And this was the result, a Kyle, someone who did his best to hide his fragile mind and heart, broken by love, because he still loved them, Kyle said he cannot not love them, he just needed to find himself.
"Farah requested you for her forces." Price said, handing him a paper for him to sign that he conceded to go "says the time is indefinite, she will send u back when she deems fit."
Maybe Kyle should had waited a minute, pretending to ponder or to ask time to think, but no, he grabbed the pen, said nothing and sign.
"Are u sure? U gonna be apart from us"
"I'm sure." Again Kyle should had seen less eager, but he couldn't.
"O-okay"
"Can i go? I have to pack" Kyle asked, again, hurriedly, really not caring anymore, now knowing that he was going to be with the two people that always put him back together.
Price blinked once and twice, stunned confused and hurt, but he stuttered out a yes and watched the sergeant leave "we will miss you." He said lastly, as Kyle was at the door.
The last words he received from his sergeant, the person he loved, hurt him in ways he couldn't think of.
"I don't think so Captain." And Kyle left. Closing the door in that soft way he always does.
Price stood up, ready to follow Kyle and ask what did he meant? What they done to evoke something like that? What can he do to fix it? But then his phone rang, and he was about to ignore it when he saw Farahs name light up.
"Yes?"
"Did Kyle sign the paper?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna send it later, I just-"
"You had your chance John, send the papers now please."
"What do you-"
"Let him come here, send the papers now, Captain."
I like to think that Gaz uses Soap to get stuff he wants. Don't get him wrong, he knows if he bats his eyelashes and pouts a bit he will get a free pass for almost anything (it works better with Price) but it takes a while for that to happen.
But with Soap? The man has natural puppy eyes ans cute face, plus those blue eyes put anyone under a spell. Soap just needs to pout and look like a kicked puppy to get a free pass for anything.
And Gaz is not jealous, no he's not, because that means he can use soap for whatever he wants because soap is weak for Gaz and his pretty and Gaz always brings rewards for Soap. It's a win win situation.
"You do know that Gaz uses you for free stuff?" Ghost had questioned soap one day while they were cuddling on the lieutenant bed.
"Pfft, of course Ah do! What do ye take me for, an idiot?"
"Sometimes."
"Hey!" Soap hits half heartedly Ghosts chest next to where he's laying on "but I do know I always get something out of it anyways. Besides I like to see him pout to get me to do it."
"Both of you are hopeless."
yeah poly 141...but I don't see gaz in it???
Nightmares / Part I
Note: I made this two parts since I really wanted to post this but couldn't find the energy to write for the others tonight. Tomorrow you'll get Price, Rudi and Soap tho (I used alphabetical order, that's why they're last). Trope: Fluff, angst, hurt comfort Word count: 1.303 Trigger warning: Mention of torture
Alejandro: Alejandro was no stranger to sleepless nights. It took an eternity for him to fall asleep, worries and sorrows keeping him awake. When he did finally fall asleep, the nightmares came. He'd stand in the town square of Las Almas, having to watch as his family, friends and comrades were put against a wall. He couldn't run or scream, just stand there. When he suddenly stared in the barrel of a gun he finally woke up, shirt wet with sweat, the rooms silence filled by his heavy breaths. "Joder (Fuck)", he mumbled, getting up and putting on a new shirt. It was 0200 (2 am). He decided to get a tea. As he stepped in the community room he was surprised to see the lights on, you standing in pyjamas in front of the boiling kettle, a mug in your hand. "(Name)? What are you doing in the kitchen an two in the morning, tesoro?" You turned around, grinning but tired. "I could ask you the same, Ale" He sighed and grabbed a mug and tea bag (Spanish orange) "Can't sleep. You?" "Same. Do you... Wanna talk about it?", he shook his head. "Not right now, I think.... Just need to think about something else" You shrugged. "Understandable" You two sat down on the couch, sitting in silence, drinking the tea, each lost in their own thoughts. "Would you rather fight one hundred duck sized horses or one horse sized duck?", you suddenly asked. He looked at you like you had grown two horns. "Ehhh, madre mia, the horses, I think?", he answered. "Me too. Even though it would depend on the horse" He chuckled. "Are you trying to distract me?" You grinned "Is it working?" He rolled his eyes "A bit". You leaned you head on his shoulder, and after a moment he put his head on yours. "Good" You continued to banter about random nonsense until, finally, fatigue overcame you and you finally fell asleep. It was the best sleep either of you had gotten in a while.
Gaz: Falling asleep wasn't the problem. But as soon as Gaz drifted off into dream land, he was haunted. Faces of fallen comrades screamed at him for not saving them, the screams of agony of their last moments, the pleas of enemies he tortured filled his mind. With a muffled yelp he shot up in his bed, chest heaving. "Fuck", he muttered, getting up and pacing up and down in his room. His heart was beating like a racehorse. He grabbed his gym bag and decided to head to the training rooms. He was surprised to see the lights on, the thudding of fists hitting the punching bag filling the room. "Not bad, (name)", he stepped closer, looking at you. You sighed. "Can't sleep either?", you asked. He nodded. "Yea. Damn nightmares", he punched the bag, making it swing violently. You stepped back, sitting down on the mat and leaning against the wall. "Wanna talk about it?". He thought for a moment before turning his attention back on the bag. You thought he'd just ignore you and stay quiet, but as he started punching the bag, he muttered under his breath. "I couldn't save them. I killed them" His punches got harder and more aggressive. "It's my fault. It's my fault". You weren't sure who he was talking about, but it didn't quite matter right now. "Hey, hey, Gaz", you tried to calm him down. "Cmere", you patted the mat next to you. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, but then finally sat down next to you. A shuddered breath escaped him as he slumped in on himself. You opened your mouth, but quite honestly you weren't sure what to say. So you just sat in silence, but it wasn't an awkward feeling. It felt... Safe. Suddenly, you felt his head on your shoulder, and smiled, leaning yours against his.
Ghost: For Ghost, a good nights sleep was as common as a unicorn. Everytime he closed his eyes, he was there again. Buried alive, in a coffin, squished next to a decaying body. But this time, he didn't get out. He thrashed and screamed, unbeknownst to him not only in his sleep, but it was no use. He was trapped, he was trapped, he was trapped. Panic flooded his every fiber, but he just wouldn't fucking wake up. His eyes widened when he finally woke up. His breath came in short, shuddering gasps, tears staining his cheeks. He wanted to run, he needed to run or else he'd suffocate. He almost fell over putting on his pants and running shoes before he ripped open his door and ran. He didn't know where, he just needed to run. The sky was still dark, with the faintest shimmer of violet light creeping up the horizon. He aimed for the woods behind the barracks, mindlessly running along the paths. "Fuck, Riley, watch your step, big boy", a sudden voice squeaked. He opened his eyes which he didn't remember closing. He looked down, seeing you knocked over on the ground. "Sorry", he mumbled, giving you a hand and pulling you up. "What are you doing here at this time of night?", you raised an eyebrow. He shifted his weight. "Can't sleep". "Me too...", you looked at him. His gaze was weird... Dead, somehow. "Do you... Want to talk about it?", you asked carefully. "No", he said, voice firm. "Come with me", you grabbed his arm, leading him to a bench nearby, guiding him down and plopping next to him. "I'm here for you, you know that, right?" He gulped. "Yea..." A deep sigh escaped him. "...Thank you". You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "No problem", you mumbled, feeling him relaxing under you.
Horangi: They were here, they'd kill him, fuck, he needed to hide, he needed to hide. Horangi panted, clenching his fist in the sheets. His eyes opened wide and he rubbed the scars on his face. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stepped outside, sliding down the wall. He lit it and took a deep breath, letting his head roll back and closing his eyes. "Whatcha doin there?", you voice suddenly sound beside him. "빌어먹을!" (Fucking hell, may be a bit wrong since I don't speak Korean) He had jumped up, sighing when he saw it was just you. "Stop sneaking up to me like that, (name)". You chuckled. "Heh, sorry". You sat down next to him. "Can't sleep?", you looked up at him. He nodded. "I don't wanna talk about it". "Then lets just... Sit" You leaned against him, feeling the tension melt slightly from his form.
König: As soon as he closed his eyes, the memories came. He was strapped to a chair, only dressed in boxer shorts, his hood gone. He felt exposed. They whipped, beat and cut him, the scars still evident on his skin. He stood up on shaky legs, the scars on his body aching. A small tin of ointment stood on the table, which he grabbed and carefully rubbed it in. He was not gonna fall asleep anytime soon again. With a heavy sigh he put on his clothes and shuffled towards the armoury. He plopped down on a bench and started cleaning his guns. "Hey there", he hadn't heard you, and immediately pointed the empty gun at you. "Scheiße! You scared me!", he mumbled. You giggled, sitting down next to him. "Sorry". He rolled his eyes and watched him clean his weapons for a minute. "Can't sleep?", you asked. "Nightmares", he answered shortly. You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling his muscles move under it as he wiped down the barrel of his gun. "You can always talk to me, you know?", you mumbled. "Yea... Danke"
Would ya'll like to read some Gaz and Price as well? I honestly don't know too much about them but I'd love to write something for them. Same thing for Ale, Rudi, König and Horangi.
Dorks
Ship~ Polly141(Gaz X Price X Ghost X Soap) Type(s)~ slight Smut& slight Fluff, {I got this idea from Twitter by Mercywritesaton.)
Normal days Fluff & slight Smut CW~ Cock warming, swearing
Soap and Gaz were sitting in the rec hall watching some video on Soap's phone while Price and Ghost were in the kitchen. "What do ya think their watching?" Ghost said looking through the little window. "Idk, and I don't think I want to know. Also flip those." Price said chopping veggies. "Shit!" Ghost hurried and flipped the eggs. Price walked over and scrapped them into the skillet.
After a few more seconds, Ghost cut the egg with the spatula and put the pieces on plates. "It's done!" Price called out through the window watching the two sergeants get up and run into the kitchen. Once they passed the door, they went over to the small table the kitchen crew used to eat at and sat down.
Ghost came over with the plates, it was far too early so the kitchen people wouldn't be here yet. Ghost took off his mask as he sat beside Soap and Gaz, across from Price. As they ate, they talked about what they were doing today. Price and Ghost would be in Price's office looking at and filling out important paperwork. Gaz and Soap were taking some recruits out to train. All fun things.
"This is really good Si." Soap said with a mouth full of eggs. "Thanks... and don't talk with your mouth full. You'll choke." Simon said pointing his fork at Soap. Gaz giggled to himself watching as Soap get scolded for the action. After they were done eating, Gaz and Soap grabbed the plates and started to wash them.
The group had a rule, whatever two cooked the other two had to clean up. Though Ghost and Price mainly cook considering Soap and Gaz can't be trusted by fire. After they were done, Ghost put his mask back on just in time for the kitchen crew to start walking in. They left the Rec hall and started to go their separate ways. Gaz and Soap headed to the gym while everyone ate, and Ghost and Price headed to the office building.
As soon as Ghost and Price closed the door and made sure it was locked, Price closed the blinds behind his desk so Ghost could take off his mask. Price pushed Ghost onto his chair and started kissing his scared face. "What'cha what John?" Ghost asked as Price climbed into his lap. "Can I sit on ya cock?" Price said with a straight face.
Simon was so taken aback by the request that all he did was nod. Ghost pushed away from the desk and Price got on the floor in between the taller's legs and started to undo his pants. Ghost lifted his hips so Price could lower his pants and boxers to his thighs.
Ghost looked down at the older as he worked. Once he got Ghost's pants down, He pumped the taller cock a few times before getting up from the ground and pulling his own pants down. John lowered himself onto the taller's cock stopping halfway to adjust. Ghost held Price by the waist to hold him up. After Price was ready, he lowered himself down the rest of the way. After Price was ready, Ghost rolled back to the desk. Price logged into his computer and they started their work.
Back with Gaz and Soap
In the gym, while no one was there they would just randomly slap each other's butts or sit on the other's chest while they lifted the weights spotting them. After they checked the time realising that people would start to come in, they jumped in the showers real quick, still messing with each other.
Once they were done they headed out to the training area seeing that the people they were taking warming up or getting ready. They rounded everyone up into the truck and drove off.
Alot of days the group can only have Breakfast together rarely getting lunch and almost never getting Dinner together. So on the rare nights that they weren't too tired, they would have (As I'm typing this SEX by Rammstein is playing) sex.
MASTERLIST ✮
last time updated: April 12th 2025 !
requests: open
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an artist and his muse 𐙚; artist!konig x chubby!F!reader (3.6k+3.7k) — ✮¹ ★²
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pretty tears 𐙚.ᐟ; kyle gaz garrick x vladimirmakarovdaughter!F!reader — ✮¹ ★²
highschool sweethearts 𐙚; teenager!simon ghost riley x teenager!GN!reader — ✮¹ part 2 soon!
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precious flower ♡; vladimir makarov x f!inexperienced!virgin!reader — ✮
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john price x f!cow hybrid reader x ghost ♡ — ✮
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Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.2
Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
!!warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old, emotional Gaz, mentions of near death, starving, hyperventilating
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
part 1
It has been days, even weeks since the last time you saw Gaz, you and him just talking through the old phone he gave you but he was a busy soldier, he practically never had time to talk to you.
The prison food was terrible, nothing that compared to the amazing meals you used to eat back in Russia. Your everyday food was bad cooked rice, bad scrambled eggs and undercooked meat and it was in a small proportion so most of the days you would sleep hungry...
It was a random Tuesday, you were sleeping when you felt the mattress sinking and someone sitting on it. You woke up slowly and you sees Gaz in your bed, looking at you, he looked destroyed, his hair messy and a new scar on his cheek, he had just returned from a mission.
He realizes he woke you up and looks away. "I'm sorry for waking you up, it's just...i missed you." He whispers the last part. You sit on the mattress and yawns, rubbing your eye.
You look at Gaz for a few seconds before he looked back at you. "I bought you something." He smiles a bit, he grabs a chocolate bar from his pocket and gives it to you.
Chocolate? Finally something that wasn't food that looks like it was made by someone that hates eating. You eagerly takes the chocolate and starts eating it immediately, you were starving afterall.
He smiles a bit more seeing you eat so eager and then he looks back at the ground, his smiles fades and he seems like he is in deep thought. "Y/N...what are we?" He asks, not looking directly at you.
You stops eating and looks at Gaz. "What do you mean?" You frowns slightly and he looks at you. "I love you." He confesses, looking at you lovingly. "I almost died in my mission and everything i was thinking about when i was on the floor, bleeding and almost dying was you." He continues, he looks like he was about to cry.
A silence reigns in the room for a few minutes before he sighs. "I'm sorry, i got emotional, it's alright if you don't like me back-" you interrupt him "I love you too Kyle but-" he interrupt you "You love me?" he smiles warmly, the tears starting to fall from his eyes.
He realizes he had interrupted him and wipes away his tears, still smiling and he laughs a bit. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry... go on." He says, laughing a bit.
You sighs and nods. "I love you too but you betrayed me, Kyle." You says with a sad tone, his smiles fades and he nods. "I know but i had no choice. I had to, I'm a soldier and your dad is a threat to society." He says, a bit angry and looks directly at you.
You looks at the ground, remembering all the good moments you had with Gaz... Your first kiss, the movie sessions you had on his house, when you had a snow fight in freezing Russian winter and had a warm bath shower together, how his touch felt on your skin, those cuddle sessions before sleeping, when you made him sing a russian song and his pronunciation was terrible, how you both laughed until crying while baking and the brownies turned out horrible... You starts crying too.
"Shh, shh..." He pulls you closer to his chest while caressing your hair, he wraps his arms around your waist and put you on his lap. He was also crying but comfort you was his priority at this moment. It helps you to compose yourself and you calm down a little.
"I..i love you too Kyle but...i also love my dad." You says, your voice slightly shaky by how much you were crying. He nods and continues caressing your hair. "I understand...but you also have to understand that he is a terrorist and that he isn't a good person..he might be a good dad but he isn't a good human being." He says, trying to make you understand his point.
You were in denial. Makarov raised you as a princess, you went to the best schools in Russia, he gave you a generous allowance and gave you the freedom to buy whatever you wanted in exchange for good grades and good behavior, you had a beautiful party when you turned 18, dressed in the prettiest and most expensive dress he could've find... You couldn't believe that your father was a monster...
"No... no, no, no, he isn't... he isn't like that! I know him! You're wrong!" You practically yells, the tears not stopping...your heart feels like it's going to break.
Gaz sighs and looks at the ground. "I'm sorry... But your father is a terrible person and you have to accept it." He says, almost sounding annoyed but wanting to comfort you and wanting to make you understand.
"No...no..." you whispers as you bursts into tears, almost hyperventilating and your face covered in tears. Gaz sighs and keeps caressing your hair, holding you close.
It hits you like a trunk. You realizes, all those months that Makarov spent away was him planning terrible things, killing innocents and commiting war crimes... Your dad was an war criminal.
"You finally understand, don't you? It must be hard, i know... But I'm here for you... sweetheart." Gaz says lovingly, his voice dropping with affection as he wipes away your tears and calls you cute petnames. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and gives you a water bottle. "Here, it'll make you relax."
With shaky hands, you take the water bottle and drinks it, calming down a bit. Your heart was in pieces and Gaz was determined to put it all together again.
You two stare at each other for a while, he puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you closer... He gives you an affectionate, sweet kiss. It was love, pure love.
Your heart beats fast as you closes your eyes and enjoys the sensation, kissing him back. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you even closer.
You break the kiss after a few seconds, both of you panting. "That was... Nice.." you says with a slightly shaky tone, a shy smiling appearing on your face, he smiles back and gives you another kiss on the forehead. "I love you." He says affectionaly "I love you too." You replies, just as affectionate, enjoying his body warmth against yours...
What does the future have in store for you two?
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🌸 this is probably the final part but who knows?
Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.1
Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
!!warnings: angst then comfort, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, threatening, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
part 2
Gaz was used to this. To the mission, go somewhere, kill some bad guys, do what he needs to do and go to a party to celebrate after, but...this is completely different.
The Task Force 141 had found out that Vladimir Makarov had a daughter, (Y/N) Makarov. She lived in Moscow, in a small apartment, she wasn't aware of what her father was doing but even like that, the TF141 thought they could get some kind of information about her father. Where he is? Where he went? What were his plans? Maybe she knew something...
The plan was: Gaz would seduce her and make her fall in love with him then they would kidnap her and interrogate her, easy, isn't it?
The first part of the plan was easy, she was protected her whole life by Makarov and was unaware of the bad part of the world, she knew it existed but never saw it, so when Gaz first approached, talking in a broken russian and trying his best to talk to her, she found it cute and quite charmous but for his luck, she knew English.
The plan was suppose to be just one month long but they were already in the second month and just now, they managed to get a date. Gaz convinced her to go to his hotel, so they could have a time alone together...and she accepted.
Now they're here, in the interrogation room, she was cuffed to the chair. It was heartbreaking to see. She was crying, scared and even shaking a bit while Price was trying to get some kind of information out of her...
"Tell us! Where is your father?!" Price yells, at an angry tone. The captain was never a patient man when it came to interrogation and she was getting on his nerves.
"I don't know! I don't know..." She cries, her voice shaky and shaking from fear. Gaz felt the urge to interrupt, he knew her better than anyone in the room. He saw her smile, cry, get angry, scared and maybe, just maybe, he had started to genuinely like her...
"Captain, stop, she doesn't know anything, it's obvious." Gaz says in a softer tone, putting a hand on Price's shoulder. Price takes a deep breath and sighs, they weren't going anywhere with this interrogation.
"Two months goin' to the trash, how amusing." Soap rolls his eyes and snorts. "Do you really don't know anythin'?" The scottish asks, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, still crying. Ghost was indifferent, he knew the plan wasn't going to work since the beginning but no one listened to him.
"What do we do with her now? We can't just let her go, she'll tell her father." Price crossed his arms and looks to the rest of the team. Gaz gets closer to her and wipes her tears, she was heartbroken, he was too, he felt bad for manipulating her. She was so gullible and naive, she fell so easily on his trap, the littlest amount of affection made her fall in love and feel like a high schooler again. Poor girl.
While the other operators discussed, Gaz stayed on her side, trying to distract her from her hand cuffed and her situation. "Hey, what's your favorite color?" He asked in a softer tone, putting his hand on her head and caressing it softly. "W...what?" She asks, her voice shaky, confused, she saw the soft and warm smile on Gaz's face and nods. "Uh...pink?...no, blue....? I don't know..." She says in a low tone.
Gaz chuckles softly and nods. "Those are great colors, my favorite is blue...and what's your favorite animal?" He asks, again in that soft tone, trying not to scare her. "I like...dogs...and cats..but, i think sheeps are cute...i had a sheep plush when i was a kid.." she smiles weakly and Gaz smiles back.
"Oi Gaz, we decided that we're done here. Put her in a cell, we're going to the cafeteria." Price says and throws the keys to Gaz, Gaz grab them and nods, he still feels bad so he uncuffs her.
He make sure to pick the best cell...well, one that wasn't destroyed and moldy, he picks the softest mattress and the fluffiest blankets and pillows.
"I'm sorry, alright? I was just following orders." Gaz says, guilty on his eyes as he looked at her. She nods and rubs her watery eyes.
"I understand..." She says, her voice now back to normal but the sad tone was still there. "You were...my first kiss, you know?" She says with a weak smile. Gaz feels even worse now and nods, embarrassed of his acts. "It was nice while it lasted." He says and looks downs, she nods and looks away.
"I have something for you." Gaz says and takes a phone out of his pocket. Her eyes lights up slightly as he gives her the phone, it was old yes, but it was something. It was tracked and he could see everything she did, so no contact with Makarov. "Don't tell anyone i gave you that, my contact is already on it." He says and smiles weakly, looking back at her. She grabs the phone and nods. "It's our little secret." He says with more playful tone, making her chuckles softly. He sighs and leads her inside the cell and he locks it.
They exchange one last eye contact before he leaves. Were they still in love with each other? Only time will tell.
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🌸
To the antis of the Invader Zim fandom
Anyone who’s 14 and under and is an anti dosen’t have to read this part. Listen, you all should be ashamed of yourselves, imagine teaching children that if you ship two fictional characters together that they should go die. Now I’m not giving the younger antis a hard time bc they’re YOUNG and the older antis are manipulating them. if you hate ships hate them, if you love ships love them. But when you tell other people to die over a fucking FICTIONAL ship that won’t even become canon in the franchise that’s when it becomes a problem. You guys want to talk shit and then not listen to a single word on what anyone else has to say, you know that Jhonen is messing with you guys right? Like yes Zim is 160 in Earth years but in irk years he’s SIXTEEN. Also with the logic that Zim is an adult he’s abusing Dib, it’s child abuse. “B-but OP!!! It’s fiction!1!1!1!1!!” if that’s your immediate response then you just proved your shit wrong. You can still hate ships with irkens and humans but that dosen’t mean you have to force your shit down other people’s throats, but how about if you’re seeing ZaDr/ZaGr/whatever on your feed? Well then stop looking at those posts, stop following people who make those posts and keep to yourself. Sorry but this shit needs to be said, I lost a whole group of friends bc I shipped ZaDr and honestly I don’t care about that anymore, we couldn’t put our differences aside and we fell apart.
And as for the kids, it’s not right to tell people to die over a fictional ship or anything fictional in general. Please treat people with kindness even though you don’t ship ZaDr, or TaGr, or ZaGr, this goes for any fandom in general.
Moral of the story, stop getting pent up over shit you can fucking avoid, it’s the internet.
I've been watching the Fallout series and I started to wonder: The Cod boys, what kind would they be?
I would definitely imagine that the boys from 141 would most likely be the Steel Brothers or survivors of the bunkers (specifically Gaz and Soap).
Alejandro would most likely be a necrotic (let's be honest, he would be as hot as Ghoul or Hancock), Rudy would definitely be a bunker survivor.
Graves? I really don't know what type he would be along with the shadows, I prefer to let others imagine.
❗PLEASE, someone please get this to the designers here on Tumblr, god knows how they have a fertile imagination for this.❗
Price is the true father of the party.😂
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Marinette: So what do you guys wanna do?
Dib: I don't know
Gaz: We can play video games
Marinette: That's a great idea, I'll set it up.
"After Setting it was"
Marinette: Done
Gaz: Great, let's play. Girls vs boys
Marinette: That would be perfect Gaz but....
Dib: I'm the only boy here
Adrien *who just entered the room*: Hi Marinette.....
Marinette: Adrien let's play. Girls vs boys
Adrien: alright, this will be easy
*After a few rounds of playing*
Marinette: WOOHOO GIRLS WIN AGAIN!!!
Gaz: YES!!
The boys: *sitting in a corner of defeat*
Haha I don't know what I'm doing 🤣
Hey cod fans and shippers I like drawing if you send an ask in of something you’d like to see the cod guys doing I’ll draw it :3 I can also draw male y/n type shit if you want that 😼
ALSOOOO if you have a more "spicy" request you can send it and ill post the art on my twitter! at Silly little freak 18+!!! (@Puppet_Eyez) / X
