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Could we get Gaz reacting to reader spreading rumours on base that they're dating for no good reason other than to undermine his authority and piss him off? (Inspired by your reader flirting with Gaz on the job piece) 🙏

tasty tasty tasty.

ok so there is a reason other than undermining his authority. but a pissed-off Gaz is a pissed-off Gaz, right?

26 / 1.4k / comes after flirting with Gaz on the job

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You're on your way to a briefing, eyes cast down on the paperwork in your hands. You did not do your homework, as usual, so you're skimming what you can in the four minutes it takes you to walk to the meeting room.

Which is why you almost don't see Gaz standing in front of you, arm braced on the wall, blocking your way. To someone else, he'd read as neutral. You know his face too well to misread the stern glower tightening his features.

"Excuse me," you say, trying to sidestep him.

Gaz doesn't move. He also clearly knows he can't be moved. Not by you.

"Late for a meeting?" he asks lightly.

"No, sir, but I will be in just a few minutes. So if you don't mind--"

"Not at all," he says in a voice that implies the opposite. "Since you're about to be late anyway, how about you and me have a little chat, yeah?"

"I couldn't possibly take up more of your valuable time," you say, slipping into the flirtatious tone you so often direct at him. You try to slide past him, but nothing escapes Gaz. "Though I'm flattered you'd--"

He grabs your arm. Not roughly—he never touches you roughly, probably because you’d just egg him on—but firmly enough not to be ignored. "With me, Private."

You're too flustered to resist as he pulls you through the halls and into a different office. Captain Price's office, you notice.

“Have a seat.” He gestures to the chair in front of desk, then sits himself on Price’s chair. The corner of his mouth curls up. That’s unnerving.

You don't sit. "Sir, I appreciate your urgency, but I really must get to my briefing. Shepherd will wonder where I am."

Gaz's stare is steady as a hawk's. You'd love the chance to gaze into his eyes under any other circumstances. But now?

"Then Shepard can take it up with me," he says. "He wouldn't be surprised to hear we're spending time together, after all. Or hasn't he heard?"

You sweat. Oh, shit. "I, um, don't know why he wouldn't be surprised."

His eyes harden. “No? I hear we've been spending quite a lot of time together lately. Funny how I was the last to know about it."

Inwardly, you cringe. "I can explain."

“Yeah?” he challenges you. He crosses his arms, leaning back. "You can explain where the hell you get off spreading grubby little rumors about how you and I are fooling around?"

"I said I can." You fidget with the stapled corners of the packets of paper in your arm, folding and creasing them as your mind runs at ninety miles an hour. "So what did you hear, exactly?"

"What I heard was that we're seeing each other in the least professional way imaginable," Gaz says, voice clipped. He keeps his expression and tone controlled only with visible effort. "That I’m having a cozy little fling with a private. Someone who is technically my subordinate. That could cost me a lot of time and patience if my superiors decided to write me up."

"But Captain Price would never believe that about you, though. Right? I mean, the rumor mill is always churning out something. Last month it was Sergeant MacTavish and the girl from IT."

His expression gets frostier. "You started the rumor about us. I know it was you."

You fight the urge to glance back at the door behind you. You try to weave an excuse together, but it gets stuck in your throat.

Gaz leans forward now. His glare is so sharp it could slice glass. He seems to grow in size as he stares you down. He’s so intense, so intimidating, so… right there. Way too close. You start to get distracted, swimming in his dark eyes, before his voice yanks you back to reality.

"I know because some prick claiming to be your ex-boyfriend confronted me about it. Said you put the idea in his head that I'm keeping you warm at night. Took a swing at me, too." He narrows his eyes. "I don't like being put in a position to defend your honor just to protect my reputation, Private."

You stumble through a litany of excuses--you had to get your ex off your back; you meant a different Sergeant Garrick; okay, maybe that's not true, but you only just told a tiny little fib. Is it really your fault the rumor spiraled out of control?

It doesn't work. In fact, as you babble on, Gaz only takes your flailing as proof of how guilty you are.

You're prepared for him to tear you a new asshole (though not in the way you'd want), but to your surprise, he doesn't. Instead:

"You’re going to make this right."

You blink. "I am?"

"Damn right you are. I did your dirty work for you, and I'm sure as hell not chasing down your ex and apologizing after the rubbish he spewed."

"Then... you want me to tell him I lied?"

Gaz scoffs. "It wouldn't work if you did."

"Then what am I supposed to do? Ignore it?"

"Quiet down. I wasn't finished. There's no use trying to quell the rumors at this point; it'll only fuel them. So here's what we're gonna do."

…

You're not quite sure how this is going to solve the problem. It seemed rational when he explained it. Then again, anything coming out of Gaz’s mouth sounds reasonable to you.

You're sitting across from him at a low-key dinner joint. Not the kind of upscale place you're used to being taken to on dates. Then again, this place wasn't your choice. And technically you're treating him to dinner. He’s the one who’s quote-unquote "breaking up" with you.

When you'd questioned his logic, pointing out that it'd be way easier to just not and say you did, he gave you a half-amused, half-condescending look that made your stomach too fluttery.

"If you're gonna use my name and risk my reputation to be my fake girlfriend, I'm gonna get something out of it," he'd said. So now you've gotta wine and dine him at his favorite restaurant, and then you're gonna have to sit there and be broken up with. As if he hasn't shamed you enough.

That sucks. This sucks. You never even got a real date with him. And with your luck, your ex is gonna find out.

You do try to flirt your way back into his good graces during this fake-relationship-real-date. He just scoffs. Doesn't just no-sell you--he actively bites back and he's pretty damn mean about it.

You're not just a liar, he tells you--you're dense. If you'd asked him out like a normal person instead of flirting with him and then starting stupid rumors, he'd have considered it. When you tell him you had asked him out and he’d turned you down, he scoffs and tells you he'd have split the bill instead of making you pay, at least.

That's as far as he intends for it to go. But then, while you're waiting on the check, he gets a text from an unknown number.

It's a video. Of you.

You doing some very lewd things to what looks like your ex-boyfriend. Blowing him in the bathroom of some club or a restaurant much dingier than this one. If that's where he's been taking you on dates, Gaz can understand why you broke up with him.

Enjoy my sloppy seconds, chud, says the accompanying smug text.

Gaz is also starting to understand why you lied to get your ex off your back.

"What is it?" you ask, seeing the look on Gaz's face as he stares down at his phone.

"Nothing," he says, putting his phone away as the waiter sets down the check. Gaz pushes his chair out and rises, trying his best not to show any emotion, but his words are a little too sharp. "Let's go.”

"Now?" you ask, surprised. "I thought you were going to--I thought we would get our story straight about the, um, the breakup."

"We can figure it out on the way."

"To where?”

"Your place."

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[part 1] / part 2

more Gaz / masterlist tag

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Y/N, texting Hesh about a stupid joke he made: bye😭😩

Hesh, completely sober: stop saying bye

Hesh: why are you leaving

Hesh: don’t leave

Hesh: please

Hesh: I’m begging

Hesh: I’m on my knees

Hesh: I’ll do anything

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"my love" say it again say it again say it againnnnn

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i love simon and period sex as much as the next person but i have to speak my truth and that is that i don't think he could do it. i think even the idea of doing it makes him sick and it's not because it's period blood but more that it's your blood and he can't fucking handle that. he cannot just watch you bleed, he won't do it he can't he will not let another person he loves bleed out.

so when you're on your period, he'll be as sweet as he is always - big, warm paws against your tummy and massaging your back, gentle kisses to your cheek and a tub of ice cream in his hands. and if you paw at him and beg for just a bit, he'll be more than happy to guide your hips back and forth over his thigh.

don't worry, he'll make it up once it's over.

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someday i'll get it

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Hug your sprouts!!!!

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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN

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550 words / 25 / more ghost + gaz with free use medic reader

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"Come here, medic."

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Ain't a request." Ghost takes you firmly by the back of the neck before you can flee. He squeezes tight enough to make it clear he's not asking.

You feel his and Gaz’s eyes on you--on the bleeding laceration sliced through the outer cartilage of your ear and on the bruise forming on your cheekbone. You got tangled up briefly with an enemy tango and almost became a hostage. Or a statistic. But you're fine now.

"You're making a big deal over nothing,” you tell them.

Ghost pulls you forward and angles your face this way and that, trying to get a better look at you.

Gaz crosses his arms and stares you down. "Fine is when you burn yourself on a shell casing. You're not fine." He's barely holding back the edge in his voice. He can't pull rank on you--none of them can, technically--and he's supposed to be polite and respectful. But seeing that happen to you, and the adrenaline running through him, is making him thoughtless.

"He only grabbed me. Didn't hurt me."

Ghost hisses at you, his voice just as rough as the squeeze he has on the back of your neck. "What happened isn't important. What's important is that he thought he could touch you." His grip tightens. "You're in our squad. You're under our watch. No one messes with you."

Your gut twists. That's not fair--acting protective. It's part of their job to keep you safe, but they don't have to talk like this. You glance at Gaz for help, but the look on his face tells you he doesn’t disagree with Ghost. You swallow the protests on the tip of your tongue and close your eyes, silently letting them examine you.

Ghost finds another few nicks and fresh bruises. You’re a medic—you’re not as armored as they are because it’s a goddamn war crime to kill medical personnel. "Jesus,” he mutters. “Bastard snuck up on us.”

"Thank you," you say quietly.

"For what?" Ghost snaps back. As usual, he's not expecting gratitude from you. You're supposed to take the insults, the berating, the harshness. And the protection, because you belong to them. At least, that's how they see it.

Gaz speaks up. "No one treats you like that again, alright?"

"It's not like I asked him if he needed a hostage."

"Doesn't matter," Gaz retorts. "If someone puts a finger on you like that again--"

Soap ducks back into the room, his rifle’s muzzle on his shoulder.

"Take care of it?" Ghost asks.

"Aye," Soap says. "Bastard won't be layin' his hands on anyone anymore. Not enough fingers left, for starters." He turns to you with a look of sympathy, but you recognize the wild edge of adrenaline still present. "You alright, hen?"

"I'm fine." You use the opportunity to worm yourself out of Ghost's grasp. "We going?"

"Affirmative," Gaz says. “We should move.”

Ghost turns away, forcing his attention back on the mission even though he carries himself with cold anger. Soap looks you up and down once more, his eyes lingering on your cheekbone a little longer this time. He seems about to say something, but thinks better of it. His blue eyes soften just a bit before he turns to follow Gaz and Ghost.

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more Gaz / more Ghost / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.

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"You cold?"

In the time you've known Simon he's never asked you how you felt. You assume he never gave your comfort much thought. He informed you recently it was because he didn't want to treat you differently than the men around you.

That dynamic changed last night when you fell into bed together.

"A little," you concede.

"Come 'ere." He drags you into the shelter of his warm body, his spot on the mattress already noticeably toastier than yours.

"So what happens now?"

He takes a moment to consider your question, or perhaps he already has and he's drawing a blank the way you are.

"We'll get breakfast, for starters..."

As you nod in acknowledgement, his nose bumps the back of your head. Rather than withdrawing, he snuggles closer.

"...and then we'll figure out the rest."

"You're not worried this will get weird?" you muse out loud, bracing for him to say yes.

"No. We deserve some happiness. Don't think anyone would begrudge us that."

"Do you think they know?"

"Pretty sure they do. Gaz told me to look after ya before we left the pub. Not in a sexist way, but...he cares."

Tears stand in your eyes, but not for shame nor hurt. When he kisses your shoulder your emotions spill. You realize he must have felt the subtle shudder in your lungs as hugs you tighter.

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nibble (photo ref here!!)

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GHOST, GAZ, & PRICE OPERATOR INTROS | MODERN WARFARE 2019

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Johnny MacTavish is the kind of person who leaves you feeling filled up.

Not in like a sexual way, though that thought does happen from time to time. It's emotional, like you came to him with a chunk missing from your chest, and he slowly worked his stupid little jokes over it until it healed on its own.

A cup of tea here, a football match there, and this tangible kind of warmth never fails to spread up your lungs, relaxing everything in its wake and allowing you a rare chance to breathe freely. You're not afraid of yourself, when you're with Johnny.

You've memorized the way his voice sounds over the comm, that breathy trail-off he does, as if he's fighting back a laugh. It's not even that you love like Johnny, so much that you need him. It's all self preservation instinct that has you searching for him at the end of every mission, making sure your sun still exists in the universe. That you did good enough, that you covered him and made sure he never truly felt like his life was in danger. He was never alone out there, he always had you.

"Comin to mine after?" he'd laugh, smacking the back of your shoulder. And everyone else would laugh too, because you have that stone-cold expression down pat, narrowing your eyes like you're irritated he exists.

You do go back to his, because you've somehow misplaced your keys, and you're dead on your feet from exhaustion. Johnny just rolls his eyes and jerks his chin towards his car, acting like you're some lost cat he found on the side of the road.

Your duffel lands with a heavy thump next to his when you arrive. It feels like weeks since you last slept, and you collapse face down onto the sofa, not bothered to remove your boots.

When you wake up, it's to a sturdy hand grabbing onto your ankle, shaking it a little.

"Mgghmm?" you mumble, realizing that you shoved your mask up to your cheekbones in your sleep, and now you can't see.

"Bed's free, I'm goin' for a run."

Sounds bloody miserable, but you grunt in affirmation and haul yourself upright, stumbling to the bathroom first.

His bed smells like him. It instantly relaxes you, allows you to shove your mask in your pocket and drop immediately back into unconsciousness, with one of his pillows under your torso and another hugged to your face. It's like your hypervigilance can finally melt away, surrounded by his things and his smell. You can sleep knowing the only thing that matters, that Johnny will be there when you wake up.

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Was talking in the tags about Gaz with aches and pains and I was reminded that athletic tape is a thing and just.... Gaz taping his shoulder when it starts aching, something he doesn't let anyone know about save for Price. No reason to get medical involved when he can patch himself up just fine. Besides he doesn't want anyone trying to get him out of the line of duty. It's really just from holding position for long stretches. He doesn't know how Ghost manages to sit for days watching a target down a rifle scope, hours of it set his muscles on fire. But he doesn't want to seem weak, it's hard enough being Price's golden boy, people are already looking for weaknesses to pick at. So he does it all himself.

Except he always has trouble taping one stretch on his back and it's not something he can ask for help with from anyone. Except maybe you. He shows up at your door and hustles you back into your room with a few quick glances around the barracks hall. You sarcastically invite him in and he just tosses you a roll of athletic tape, strips his shirt off and turns his back to you. It's not exactly an order, he hasn't asked anything, but you can see where the tape should fit against his carefully laid web, so you tear a piece off the roll and lay it over his skin. Maybe you take a moment to smooth it out and check the rest of his work, not feeling the firm muscles of his back or admiring how well built he is.

It's a short moment before his tee is back over his head and he's plucking the tape from your hand, kissing you cheek with a, "let's keep this between us, eh love?" and you don't know how to respond to that. When did you become "love"? Why did he kiss you? Is that where you are with him? Can you barge into his room now? You feel Gaz brush past you, hear your door open and close, hear him whistling down the hall. Should you be reading into this? You're not going to read into this, or you might explode.

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