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THE TACTICAL FROG | GAZ FANFIC

FT. TASK FORCE 141 IN NEW ORLEANS

a/n: this story is inspired by the story Princess and the Frog but there's no princess in this story. Please do not steal my work. And the drawing is create in Infinite Painter (free version)

In the streets of New Orleans, the team was sent to stop a group of mercenaries who were busy with a mission there. As always, New Orleans was known for its voodoo.

Gaz, on the other hand, due to his kindness and soft-heartedness, got tricked by a man in New Orleans after helping a young woman in the streets. He knew New Orleans was tricky, but he never thought he would get deceived. The man showed him magic using tarot cards, and then he nicked Gaz, taking his blood and cursing him, turning him into a frog. The team searched relentlessly for Gaz, and even in his frog form, he tried his best to catch their attention. He jumped on their feet and croaked, doing everything he could think of, but he always got dismissed or kicked away.

"Great, just great I'm a Tree frog stuck in a city of Jazz and Trickery."

Now he roamed the streets of New Orleans in frog form, hopping from alley to alley. He tried to get his team's attention, but they were too quick. He tried to catch their eye, but his frog legs were too small, and they didn't notice him, leaving Gaz alone in the rainy alleyways of New Orleans.

One night, Gaz stumbled upon a party. He saw people celebrating, wearing costumes and props, and one of them was a woman wearing a crown and a blue dress. Gaz hopped his way there as far as his frog legs could carry him and stood on top of a garbage bin, his frog form helping him blend in better among the New Orleans trash. Gaz's heart raced anxiously, fearing someone might find him as he watched the beautiful woman in the crown. He didn't know much about the people here since he didn't belong in the first place, but her graceful movements caught his attention. Gaz's eyes followed her every step, feeling a mix of desperation for help and shame at his current form. Maybe she could help him, he thought.

He watched her from the bin as she stood on the balcony, looking at the stars. He leaped to the ground and into a waitress's trolley filled with grapes and fruits. While the trolley traveled, he ate some grapes until it was time to jump out. He jumped up the stairs and onto the balcony where the woman was. He didn't know why he felt drawn to her, but he thought he could probably trust her. When he croaked accidentally, he startled her, making her back away. So, he stood on his hind legs and spoke.

"Please don't leave... I need to talk to you," he said in his British accent, whispering desperately while watching her back away.

She turned around and screamed, picking up a "Princess and the Frog" book, ready to hit him. Then realization dawned on Gaz.

"Wait! That's it! The Princess and the Frog! You can help me!" he exclaimed, realizing that maybe the legend was true.

She still looked ready to hit him, so Gaz quickly hopped behind another bin, his heart pounding as he heard her distressed scream.

"Oh no! Wait, please, I can explain!" he tried to call out, but his frog voice came out distorted and scratchy.

"...are you talking?" she asked in disbelief.

Gaz peeked around the bin, his frog body shaking slightly as he realized he was being observed. "Yes, I can talk! And I'm not... I mean, I used to be a human, but..." His words came out in broken croaks as she slammed the book on him, squishing the poor frog. But his quick reflexes saved him, though his frog body got hit on the back leg.

"AHHH! Stop! I really am telling the truth!" he attempted to stand up straight while hopping backward. She paused, and Gaz quickly regained his balance, standing awkwardly on all fours.

"I swear on my old human life that I'm being honest! The frog thing happened completely by accident..." he said, his voice getting quieter.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Gaz nervously stepped forward, keeping his distance but trying to appear less threatening. "I was cursed by a voodoo witch here in New Orleans. I didn't ask for this..." He looked down at his frog body. She winced in suspicion, listening to him.

Gaz's frog eyes looked up at her with a mix of shame and pleading. "Please... I just need a way to break this curse. I won't harm you, I promise..." His voice broke slightly.

"And that is?" she asked, looking at him.

Gaz fidgeted nervously, his frog legs shifting on the balcony ledge. "The only way is a kiss from you..." His voice trailed off, feeling vulnerable.

"A kiss?" she asked.

Gaz's face turned red with embarrassment, his frog body shivering slightly. "Yes... but I understand if you find me repulsive like this..." His voice became softer.

"Never... I'm not kissing a frog," she said, but Gaz was giving her puppy eyes.

Gaz's frog heart skipped a beat at her response, but he maintained his composure. "You're... not? But... I'm just... a frog with bad luck..." He hop-stepped closer cautiously. She looked into his brown orbs, wondering if he was telling the truth.

So, she picked him up and sighed. Gaz felt the warmth of her hands on his frog body, his heart racing with mixed emotions. The frog's soft croaks were unusual; you don't find talking frogs every day.

"You sure about this? Just one kiss?" she asked.

Gaz's heart pounded furiously, his frog legs trembling with anticipation. "Y-yes... just one kiss..." His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned forward slightly.

She kissed him, and as sparkles of magic rained over them, magic happened, but there was no change to Gaz's form. Gaz stood there in shock, his frog form still intact. "What... I don't understand?" he looked at his hands, then back at her, his voice now deeper and more human.

The girl groaned in the puddle of her dress cloth, now in her frog form. Gaz grumbled a curse, "Shit," as he hopped off the ledge and into the puddle of cloth. "Here, let me help you," he said.

"What?!" she yelled as she looked around, then at her hands, seeing five fingers. All she saw were three slimy webbed fingers, making her panic. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" she rambled.

Gaz tried to calm her down, realizing she was panicking. "It's okay, I know this is a shock... you might want to avoid mirrors for now." He tried to reach for her hand, but in her frog form, she pounced on him in attack. "What did you do to me!?"

Gaz dodged her attack quickly, his frog reflexes making him move instinctively. "Whoa! I didn't do anything!" He stepped back, holding up his hands. "I'm slimy! I'm moist!" she rambled. "Look at me! I'm an amphibian!" she yelled.

Gaz tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "Yes, you are... It's also dazzling too... you're sparkling under the moonlight, darling. I'm pretty moist too... see?" He glanced down at his own froggy body.

"This isn't supposed to happen! You said it would break the curse!" she panicked.

Gaz moved closer, trying to soothe her panic. "Hey, hey... I know, but I didn't mean to turn you like me. We're in this together now. Just breathe with me..." He sat down cautiously, and she pounced on him in anger.

Gaz caught her in mid-pounce but gently pinned her down. They were quite small on the big balcony, and the chatter of people in the other room could be heard.

"Okay, okay! Calm down! If you take this as anger, nothing will be solved," he tried to maintain his calm despite his new frog strength.

"You're stronger than you look..." she said.

Gaz let out a soft chuckle, his frog face showing genuine amusement. "And we're both pretty cute frogs... in our own way..." Still holding her down, suddenly a guest lady screamed, "FROGS! EW!" before kicking them off the balcony, making them fall into the fountain below.

"We need to get out of here!" Gaz grabbed her tighter, his wet skin sliding against hers. "These people aren't being nice..."

She still hopped, following him, trying to hop instead of running on both legs. Gaz maneuvered them through the crowd, trying to find an escape route. "I think I see an alleyway over there!" he pointed urgently toward a narrow passage. "Come on, quickly!"

They managed to slip into the alleyway but found themselves surrounded by more aggressive citizens. "Stay close!" he said as he dragged her along until they reached a clearing in a lot full of tall grass.

"I didn't get your name," she asked.

Gaz turned to face her, his wet face showing a hint of amusement. "I'm Sergeant Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz. And you are?" He tried to keep his cool despite the situation.

"Y/N L/N."

Gaz's expression shifted to a mix of shock and understanding. "Y/N... wait, you're a commoner? This is bad..." He looked at her with concern. "We need to get you somewhere safe..."

She looked at him. "I never said I was a princess."

Gaz's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're not a princess? But you just... wait, you helped me without hesitation... and you're a commoner?" He tried to process this revelation.

"What made you think I was a princess?"

Gaz scratched his head, still damp from the fountain. "Well... you have this kind of... aura about you. You were dressed differently, with a crown that looks real not to mention you helped me without hesitation..."

"It doesn't mean I wear a crown and I'm a princess." You said like it was obvious

"And now we're both frogs!" Gaz ran his hands over his new frog legs. "This is all so all my fault..."

Gaz looked down at his new legs, then back at her. "At least we have each other to rely on now." He smiled weakly.

Gaz noticed the growing commotion from the crowd outside the alley. "We need to keep moving. The citizens are getting restless, and they seem determined to find us."

Gaz spotted a maintenance entrance nearby. "This way! There might be some supplies or tools we can use to help us." He helped her through the door.

She hopped with him into a tool shed. Gaz carefully navigated the small space, keeping her close. "This might be our best chance to hide." He opened a toolbox, searching for anything useful.

"What are we gonna do in there?" she asked.

Gaz rummaged through the toolbox, finding some old rags and a can of oil. "Maybe we can use these to make temporary disguises. And... I think there's a small flashlight here."

"For what?" she asked.

Gaz showed her the flashlight, its beam barely illuminating the cramped space. "For lighting our way when we need to see. And maybe we can figure out how to change back."

She looked around and saw a matchbox. She picked it up and placed rubber bands on it, making a backpack.

Gaz watched her make the makeshift backpack, impressed by her ingenuity. "Smart thinking," he said before picking up a roll of twine and a paperclip. He handed it to her, then picked up a matchstick, which could act as a flare if needed, placing it in the matchbox backpack.

"We might need that flashlight to navigate when the power goes out," he said as she handed it to him.

You noticed a needle in your hand; it felt like a sword. Gaz wiped his damp face with his hand before you asked, "So you're a prince?"

Gaz laughed, running his hands through his head. "Not exactly. I'm a SAS operative."

"And you're now a frog?" she asked.

Gaz looked down at his new frog form, still adjusting to this unexpected reality. "I'm not exactly thrilled about this turn of events, but yes, I'm a frog now. Not sure what's worse..."

"What happened?" she asked.

Gaz's expression turned serious as he recounted the incident. "We were tracking a lead on some stolen tech and mercenaries when that voodoo witch cursed me, and then this all happened."

You frowned, crossing your arms. "So what now?"

Gaz shrugged as he sat on a small rock. "I don't know... maybe if we rest for the night and think about what to do tomorrow. So far, we're safe here in this little shed." He said they should be at the extraction point in 10 hours, but walking during evening rush hour, we couldn't risk being spotted. "But we need to stay quiet and hidden until we figure something out."

You looked down. "I'm gonna make this clear..."

Gaz listened intently, his attention focused on your words. "Go ahead. I'm listening."

"I'm a waitress at that party."

Gaz nodded understandingly, appreciating her honesty. "That's fine. You're still someone I'd trust to have my back."

"You're not mad?" she asked.

Gaz shook his head firmly. "No, not mad. Just relieved we're still together in this... unusual situation." He walked over to the dusty basket, fixed it, and placed a handkerchief on it for cushion and sponges, leading you there.

"Let's try to get some rest. We'll need our strength tomorrow."

You nodded as you settled on the sponges. "It's soft."

Gaz smiled. "I know." Gaz carefully positioned himself beside you on the basket.

You woke to the sound of drilling and clanging. You opened your eyes, wishing it was just a nightmare, but you realized it wasn't. So, you peeled off the handkerchief blanket and got off the basket bed before making your way to where the sound was.

You saw a clatter of tools and stuff being stripped off for parts, and Gaz working on a skateboard. He was drilling on the skateboard, his whole frog body shaking violently.

"Ahhh, good morning," he said when he finally noticed you. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"This is... my invention," he said. "It's not much, but it's a vehicle."

"A vehicle?"

"Here, let me show you," he said before getting into the plastic container he screwed onto the skateboard, which served as the shell. "I used parts of that toy car and attached it here," he pointed to the wheels of the skateboard. "We can drive it if we drive it like a real car using the controller, which I attached here," he said, pointing to the controller now serving as the steering wheel of the skateboard.

You were impressed, but for sure you both needed to add more stuff for this. "We can make this work if we go to the hardware store," you said.

At the hardware store, you sneaked in, pushing the skateboard in during closing time. The lights were off, and you two used all the tools needed—screws and supplies. Gaz used his knowledge to help you build the vehicle packed with features that you couldn't find in other cars.

When Gaz turned on the toy car's battery, the makeshift lights switched on, and you were ready to go.

You heard a buzzing sound, and your eyes fell on a fly. You made an uncontrollable tongue spring out. "No... no," you said, trying to close your mouth. "I'm not eating that... not in my—" but your tongue instinctively sprang out and captured the bug, making you groan in disgust.

"You should get used to that," Gaz laughed from the vehicle. "Since the hardware store is still closed, we should get something to eat," he said.

You two made your way around the hardware store to the canteen. You picked up some good food like chips and other salsas available. Then, that's when your eyes fell on the dollhouse that was on sale.

You and Gaz looked at each other. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked before you two dashed, running to the dollhouse. Opening the door, the dollhouse was for a Barbie doll, but your frog height was perfect for it. It was a mansion in your vision. "If only I could choose a house like this," you said, walking around the dollhouse before making your way to the stairs.

Gaz was on the couch of the dollhouse. "This isn't bad; all we need is a TV," he laughed.

You went upstairs, looking around the hallway when you found the doll's bedroom with a cushioned bed. You lay on it and sighed. "This is good; the best bed I've had in a while," you said, making Gaz walk in too.

"Have you tried the doll's clothes?" he asked.

"Are you suggesting I'm gonna raid Barbie's closet?" you asked.

"Well, Barbie can't call the cops, love, and report you," he said with a grin. "You are evil, Mr. Garrick," you laughed despite being frogs.

You two proceeded to the toy section when Gaz pushed an army doll off the shelf and dropped it. He raised the doll's clothes: cargo pants, a vest, and boots. He took some toy hats too.

You, on the other hand, raised and stripped off Barbie's clothes, picking out the best ones and pairing them with the military doll's boots.

You saw Gaz in full gear. "Ooooh, not bad, Mr. Garrick."

"Please, love, call me Kyle," he said, laughing. "This is the best steal I've ever had."

You two went back to that dollhouse and rested on the doll's bed. When dawn came, you hopped on the makeshift car you two made. When the roll-up of the shop opened, you rolled out to the streets. There, you read the map. "Alright, if we take this alley, we get to the extraction point faster than if—"

"Bang!" A shot was fired, missing the car.

"What the heck! What was that?!" you yelled.

"Frog hunters..." Gaz said, looking at the side mirror of the toy car. You were both in it. "Hang on," he said, skidding around corners as he turned for the alley. The hunters were fast on their feet, running after both of you.

"Alright, I placed a toilet paper roll in the back. I want you to light it up," he said as he drove, handing you a matchstick. You hopped on the back and lit the string of the toilet paper roll, pushing it off the car when he said so.

The hunters were gaining on both of you, then Gaz said, "Push!" You pushed it off when it fell on the ground, exploding in fireworks. "What was that?!" you asked.

"Firework grenade," he laughed and hollered as he drove, losing the hunters.

By the time you reached the extraction point, you saw the team standing by the helicopter. "They're leaving!" you yelled, making Gaz speed up. "Nope, they're not," he said. He took off his matchbox backpack and pulled out a rubber band-powered paperclip bow, loading in a toothpick as the arrow.

"Keep driving!" he yelled, aiming for Johnny's neck. "Hold, hold," he said before firing as you drove around the team, catching their attention. Johnny groaned, "Ahh, something bit me," he said, looking down. "Gaz!" he exclaimed, waving his webbed hand around.

"Gaz?" Johnny looked at the small figure waving. He no longer listened to Price, who was giving a briefing. "Soap, are you listening?" Ghost asked, making Soap snap his head at Ghost "Uh... no," he admitted.

"Look," Price shifted on his legs, pointing to a small skateboard driving around.

Making Ghost and Price turn their full attention to it. "What on earth is that?" Simon said before raising his rifle to see in the scope what it was. Gaz was waving his arms, holding his hat. "It's Gaz!"

"A frog?" Soap said in his thick Scottish accent.

"Have you two lost your minds? Let me see that," Price said, grabbing Simon's rifle and looking through the scope. "Oh, why are there two of them?"

"Probably another victim?" Soap said with a smile before yelling, "Gaz!"

You and Gaz cheered, "Yes!!! They saw us!!!! Yes!!!" You drove towards them as you both hopped off. The team walked over and knelt down. "You look terrible, Gaz. I thought falling off the heli was worse," Price said as Soap knelt down too. "Good to have you back, mate."

Gaz gave them a frog fist bump. "I never expected to become a frog," he said, looking at his teammates with a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Well, we need to get you both back to normal," Price said, glancing around to ensure the area was clear. "Let's get you out of here before people could see you."

"Right," Gaz said, a sense of camaraderie swelling within the team. "I just hope we can figure out how to reverse this curse."

As they made their way to the helicopter, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursed through you. "What if we can't change back?" you asked, glancing at Gaz, your heart racing at the thought of remaining in this bizarre form.

"We will," Gaz reassured you, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that loomed over the mission. "Or we'll be stuck living in dollhouses and eating bugs. And trust me, we don't want that..."

The team boarded the helicopter, the whirring blades cutting through the air as it lifted off. Gaz gazed out at the sprawling city below, determination etched on his face. "Next time I see that woman who cursed me, I'll make sure she remembers never to take advantage of someone who helps."

You smiled back, feeling a bond forming between you two that transcended your current predicament. The shared experience of facing the unknown had forged a connection that felt unbreakable.

Upon arriving at the base, the team gathered around a table, and Price slid a small box in front of Gaz. "We need to find that woman and destroy the necklace. It’s the key to bringing you both back to your human forms," he stated, his tone serious.

"And how do we break it?" Soap asked, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Smash it into pieces?" Simon suggested, his arms crossed.

"More like that," you interjected, your mind racing. "We need to break that necklace when Gaz and I get there."

Gaz was already on the laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Yeah, I think I found her," he said, struggling to turn the screen around for everyone to see. Simon leaned in to help him, both of them squinting at the glowing map. "Ah, I think I know where to find her."

*Later that evening*

You held an earpiece to your ear, straining to catch any signs of the team. Perched on Simon's shoulder, you scanned the area. "That's her," you heard Gaz say through the comms, urgency lacing his voice. Just as Johnny made a move to strangle the girl from behind, a shadowy figure tugged him back and tossed him aside like a rag doll.

Price sprang into action, but a shadow lunged at him, scratching his chest. You watched in horror as the chaos unfolded, whispering, "Oh no," just before you opened a flare and tossed it into the fray. The bright light illuminated the darkness, causing the shadows to recoil.

Johnny scrambled to his feet as the shadows dissipated. Gaz leaped onto the walls, agile and determined, while Johnny managed to grab hold of the woman. In a swift motion, Gaz snatched the necklace and slammed it onto the ground, shattering it into pieces. The fight raged on, but the woman’s scream pierced the air, "Noooooooo!"

In the end, the shadows enveloped her, dragging her into the depths of a grave. A small ball of energy burst forth from the broken necklace, dividing into two and landing on you and Gaz. You felt a surge of power as your frog bodies lifted and glowed brightly, transitioning back to your human forms.

You looked at your hands, a smile breaking across your face. "I'm back!" you exclaimed, only to realize you were covered in thick slime. "And naked..."

Gaz, on the other hand, grinned widely. "I'm back in action, baby!" His eyes landed on you, and you felt a rush of warmth. "Kyle?" you asked, seeing him for the first time in his true form.

"Hey, Y/N," he replied, a hint of relief in his voice.

You threw your arms around him, overwhelmed with gratitude. "Aww, thank you, thank you!"

"Nah, don’t thank me. This wouldn’t have happened without you," he said, hugging you back tightly.

"Alright, let’s get you both out of here before those ghostly shadows come back," Soap said, a smile breaking through the tension.

The team nodded in agreement, and as you all made your way back to the base, the view shifted to an aerial perspective of New Orleans. Gaz broke the silence, shaking his head. "I’m never coming back here."

"I wonder how Gambit from X-Men lives here," he mused, a hint of humor returning to his voice, even as the weight of the night’s events lingered in the air. The bond forged in battle and the thrill of survival hung between you all, a testament to the strength of Task Force 141.

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