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Mer!Gaz my beloved ♥️❤️

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Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

Soap living up to his callsign and being a slippery bastard to pin down—friendly yet distant, always performing, masking, etc—and Ghost, lovesick, trying really hard to get a hold of him.

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I asked people to choose an animal and a character, and this is what came out of it.

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I heard it was Gaz appreciation week and you just know I had to participate are you kidding :’)

Eternal Garden

Gaz x my oc :)

Manny’s drawing pencil is hanging between his lips, either side tucked into the corners of his mouth as he struggles to get a small sunflower he’d just picked from the grassy top of the hill they sit upon, watching as the sun is beginning to set upon the horizon. Gaz? He’s giggling at Manny’s struggle, doing his best to sit still even though it did nothing to help the yellow flower sit still behind his hear.

“M’fuck, take off your hat.” Manny gritted before making a hissing sound to prevent his saliva from making the corners of his mouth a slobbery mess.

“It’s keeping the sun out of my face, love.” Gaz argued with a soft smile that made his eyes seem to glow like honey beneath the warm light.

Manny sits back against the heals of his boots, dropping his expression as if to say ‘are you serious’ without actually uttering the words from his tongue. “I’m a man hard at work and your hat is disrupting the view I’m trying to get.”

Gaz rolled his eyes playfully, eventually complying and taking off his worn down blue cap to set it on his bent knee. Manny pushed forward again—shuffling on his knees as he adjusting the sunflower once again, smiling at the perfection of what he always sees. An artists eyes, witnessing every single key detail that crafts the very face he wakes up next to every single morning, the face he falls asleep to every single night. The face that occupies his thoughts more times than it probable should for a soldier like Manny.

A man dedicated to the rush of chaos—nothing to lose except his life, but that mindset left him long ago.

When his dark brown eyes met softer, kinder, gentler ones like Kyle Garrick.

“Stay like that,” Manny hummed, shifting his feet on the grass to sit crisscross and rest his sketchbook on one thigh, using the other as an arm rest.

“You know,” Gaz bit his lip, trying to bite back his smile—not that he ever had to. Not with Manny. “Normal people usually take pictures.”

Manny’s face contorted with distaste, glancing up at Gaz in mock disgust. “Phones don’t capture what I want. Just a bunch of pixels that could get lost anywhere,” his attention is dropped down to his sketch, hand moving with grace with every curve and line that’s lightly drawn on the blank page. “Cameras don’t see you the way that I do.”

“And how’s that?”

“You’ll see soon enough, amor.” Manny winks, pointing the eraser end of his pencil toward Gaz before getting right back to work. “Just sit there and look pretty.”

And that Gaz did for the better part of the sunset, not that Gaz thought it would matter much seeing as Manny doesn’t draw in color. But he remembers Manny explaining what’s important when it comes to art—the details, the lighting, the angles and certain details that make it so much more intimate than anything else, he can’t really remember. Sometimes Manny just talks and Gaz will sit there and smile because it’s that voice that he gets to hear speak about normal things so passionately. “Done yet?” Gaz asks, watching the peak hour of the sunset slowly fade away behind the faint glimmer of the stars starting to appear above.

“Last minute details,” Manny sighed, scribbling the last bit of shading just beneath Gaz’s bent leg. “Alright, just about.” Manny handles his book carefully, crawling on over to sit next to Gaz with a proud, yet crooked smile. “Tada.” He flaunts the drawn page like it was something simple—origami he’d figured out in two seconds, building a Lego set—something so mundane, but it took Gaz’s breath away.

A sketch of him, but given every last detail that only a sniper’s—no. An artist’s eye can see. From him to the background, making the sunset light Gaz’s skin so beautifully even with a black and white shade of a pencil. “Fuckin’ hell,” Gaz huffed, letting his fingers hover the page as if it’d shatter to pieces the minute he touched it. Not that Gaz would break anything in Manny’s eyes. He’s only ever made everything better. Bringing a distant holy man such as Manny to see that, yeah, maybe God’s creation was meant just to live alongside Gaz and all this pure beauty he posses inside and out.

“Not a camera, huh?” Manny teased, stretching out a hand behind Gaz to press into the grass and hold his weight.

“Nah, it’s much better.” Gaz’s eyes almost water, not used to being seen this way. So…poetically adored. “What’s the hole here for?” He points to the small opening within the page by his ear making Manny reached with his free hand to grab the sunflower that rested behind Gaz’s ear, motioning for Gaz to lift the page and allow Manny to slip the stem of the flower right through with no resistance.

“That,” Manny says softly, brushing out the soft pedals with the pad of his index finger. “Is the one thing I didn’t want to capture with a pencil.” His eyes drag to Gaz’s expression, smiling when Gaz follows the motion. Inches apart, admiring the love their eyes hold for one another so effortlessly, shining in the eternal garden of sunflowers and lilies. A pair you wouldn’t expect to go together, but make such a beautiful sight that you can’t help but stare at the beauty they’ve got to offer.

Gaz scoffs, blinking away his tears of overwhelming love for this man. “Christ, you’re cheesier than my mum’s cheese stars, darling.”

Manny throws his head back as he laughs, throwing the arm that was already behind Gaz to loosely wrap around his shoulders now. “Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty.”

“You’re bloody disgusting, you are.” They both laugh hard now, leaning into each other in a playful embrace before the noise settles into a comfortable silence. Gaz is looking at the drawing once more. “You really see me like this?”

“Doesn’t even touch the surface.” Manny says in that annoyingly sweet, Texan charm he likes to turn on without even realizing he does so. “You’re more beautiful than any angel I learned about in Sunday school, my love.” His other hand brushes against Gaz’s jaw, turning his attention away from the book. “You’re my eternal garden. I’d never need to pick another flower if it’s just me and you, forever.”

Gaz has to blink back those tears again, nodding at Manny’s testimony of eternity. “Yeah, just me and you.” He leans in to close that distance, pressing their lips together in a soft, slow, and passionate kiss that further solidifies their souls into an unbroken mold. Then the kiss breaks, sighing as their foreheads are pressing together—not yet ready to pull away just yet. “Forever.”

Manny smiles, stealing one more kiss before he says against Gaz’s lips. “Forever and always, mi girasol.”

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The most beautiful thing about having an OC is that you can throw them into any universe and they somehow just fit.

Like ah, yes, let’s brainrot Gaz as Daredevil and my OC as Foggy where they went to college together, became such close friends and as they got into the legal world they slowly realize they’re absolutely in love with each other. However, the feelings somehow falter when my OC finds out Gaz is this “Devil” after thinking he knows everything about Gaz. Knows Gaz better than anyone…delicious.

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Comfy, cozy, and most importantly alive after MW3

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Masterlist

In this house we worship Kyla 'Gaz' Garrick

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OH GOD I NEED HIM TO HOLD ME DOWN AND RAIL ME AND CALK ME HIS GOOD LITTLE PET WHILE LAUGHING AS I GET OVERWHELMED BY HOW GOOD HE FEELS🙏🙏🙏

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I like to think Gaz’s favorite downtime activity is either playing some music (I love to think he loves guitar or maybe piano, hell, I think he’s secretly a master at the violin) or maybe wood sculpting :’). He loves to create things, likes to feel like something is accomplished—something he can peacefully craft that doesn’t require destruction later.

He adores the fact that something can have time to take. How it’s careful to its beauty, and he loves that his wooden sculptures are complimented. Gaz has probably made a few pieces for the rest of the guys, just a casual hand off like “Made ya this, thought you’d like it.” With a shrug like this talent of his means so little to him while Ghost, Soap, and Price are just “???”

But music? That was the shocker, because sometimes these guys get so caught up in their lives as soldiers that they often forget that lives were lived before this. Grade school, hopeless crushes, things so differently experienced before they met each other, but they love to learn about each other in their times overseas.

Maybe Gaz gets compliments out of the blue when the night(s) before he thought he’d been playing quietly in his barracks. Things like, “Didn’t know you play, you sound good.” Even more surprise reactions if they can hear Gaz humming so in tune with a song.

I just like to think about Gaz doing mundane things and be annoyingly good at them. Except baking, I fear that’s the one thing he cannot do lol (I saw a hc about it one time, I forgot where, but it made me happy).

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He's about to rain down a million smooches

Thank you so much to @tacticallyunsoundjohnnyboy for commissioning me to draw my favourite husbands 🫶

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I hardly ever post on here/forget I have this account but eh, the CoD brainrot (especially Gaz) has been in full force as of late and what better space to share my thoughts than here? :P

Thinking about Gaz in his most softest and most private moments—the moments where he so badly needs affection and security, but struggles so hard to ask for it. To not feel shame when he has needs he wants to put in front of him.

You see, Gaz is selfless. Almost insufferably so. From the moment we, as the players, first met him, it was clear how much he puts before himself. Feelings are suppressed no matter now much he wants to probably react emotionally; he’s level headed, strong willed, cheeky, probably viewed as the “perfect soldier” in stranger’s eyes.

What they can’t see?

The Gaz that curls up in bed hugging his spare pillow so tightly after particularly tough missions. The ones that stick in his mind a little longer, the missions that have him afraid to close his eyes because he can just see all the tragedy he could not stop no matter how bad he wanted to. The Gaz that is hanging his head over the sink as water drips down the tips of his nose and chin after washing his face from a nightmare that shot him up from his bunk. The Gaz that, the moment arms are around his shoulders to pull him close, breaks down into quiet sobs and tears flooding the heels of his palms because he’s trying to stop himself from crying.

Or maybe even the Gaz that looks like a baby deer when a kiss is planted right in the center of his forehead. How the corner of his lips twitch into a smile he wants to fight. Or even when he feels his skin warm after the small scar on his cheek is kissed with more tenderness than his hands had ever given or even touched. Even the way his big and brown eyes get this certain glint of warmth and joy when you remember something he mentioned so long ago even if it was something silly/mundane.

Gaz may be strong, the most stable one of the group when it comes to personal feelings, but that does not mean he breaks. And he most certainly deserves to be taken care of just as much as he takes care of the world.

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Just a quick drawing 🥰

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Soap: I can hold the whole world in my hands.

Ghost: No, you can’t. That’s ridicu-

Soap, cupping Ghost’s face in his hands

Soap: Can too. See?

Ghost, voice cracking: I have a reputation.

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Flashbacks.

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overstimmed at the pub

(btw soap is just having a heated convo with someone. no one is being mean 👍)

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GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE, YOU OVERGROWN TOENAIL😭