#Kyle cod

[miwsolovely]

—LOVERBOY

pairing: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader

contains: fluff, hc format, kyle being the best lover ever, implications that you and kyle live together, no mentions of yn, mentions of injuries, brief mentions of an asshole past relationship, kyle treating you the way you deserve and more

summary: kyle learns his girlfriend is a figure skater

wc: 879

a/n: kyle my beloved

a/n 2: requested <3 | this isn’t as long as i want it to be :((

when you two started dating, he was (and still is!) the purest, more beautiful, gentlemen ever.

im talking opening doors for you, treating you to your favorite things (even if you didn’t ask for them) just to see you smile

“here, got your favorite,” he’d say while behind you, shaking an arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

a tiny box was placed next to you on the counter where you stood in front of the stove, watching the pasta boil. the box was the type of thing that contained small things like a muffin or a cupcake. it had a small bow at the top as well.

“you didn’t have to get me anything,” you turn your head slightly to the side to see his growing smile, and you can’t help but reciprocate it.

“didn’t have to, i know.” he says while turning you around with his hands on your hips. “wanted to.” he rests his forehead on yours and smiles at seeing your smile. then his lips meet yours.

he was surprised at first, when he asked you about your hobbies, and you said figure skating.

but he was happier than the happiest man alive because his lover was a figure skater.

“i figure skate.” you say, flipping a page of your book. you hear silence for a moment, then hurried footsteps to your place on the couch.

you look up and see kyle in all his glory staring at you with a surprised expression on his face.

“you figure skate?” he asks walking the length of the couch to reach you. When he does, he squats in front of you and places his hands on your thighs. firm.

“i do, yeah,” you say worriedly, slowly closing your book and meeting his eyes. “why? is that—is that bad? i mean—”

“bad?” he looks at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “love, that’s amazing, what do you mean bad?”

now you are the one surprised. yes, kyle wasn’t your first lover, but the one before him was nothing like him. he was rude and got mad when you mentioned you figure skate. saying it was extremely expensive and wasn’t willing to keep you afloat with his money after you spent all yours on figure skating fees.

“nothing, i just,” you avert your eyes to your lap and start playing with his fingers on your thighs. “just thought that you would want me to . . .”

“quit?” he finishes for you. he reaches a hand out to your chin and uses it to guide your face to meet his. “darling, figure skating is an art, it’s beautiful. why would i make you quit something you love?”

he’d be your number one (in everything)

would go to each and every one of your practices, competitions, etc.

would video, take pictures, everything.

“wait come back, the lighting is really good here. perfect”

wouldn’t even think to care, if you did or didn’t win gold. if you won gold, you’d get a trip to your favorite restaurant. if you didn’t win gold, a trip to your favorite restaurant.

“my girl won gold,” he says wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his hand on your hip.

“gold? kyle this is bronze…” you say looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“all the same in my eyes. plus, the scorers were definitely bribed.”

“kyle!”

say you got injured during practice or a competition, he’d be the first person on the ice to maybe sure you’re okay. skates or not, his baby got hurt.

security would hold him down, yeah, but he’d probably almost (and i mean a big almost) fight them to get to you but even though, i don’t feel like he’d be the type to use force to get to you in this situation but if he does,

he’d stop once he sees/knows you’re okay.

“sir i’m going to ask you to step back, we have it handled.”

“handled? if you have it handled then why is she still on the bloody floor?”

you’d notice what was going on and would hop (as best as you can on skates + the ice) to him being mindful of your ankle that you twisted and reassure him.

“kyle, baby, i’m okay,” you say. “they’re gonna take me to the infirmary, you’ll meet me there yeah?”

continuing on this^^, he’d treat you like even more of a queen since you’re injured.

“you comfortable? want me to refill your drink love?”

you’d laugh and say “yes butler, feed me grapes and refill my drink. oh! and get me the heads of my enemies as well.”

“ha ha, very funny you brat.” he said as he threw a throw pillow at you.

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[cheezbites]

Y/N: (Sighs excessively)

Ghost: (Ignores)

Y/N: SIGH.

Ghost: What?!

Y/N: I’m really craving some tea right now.

Ghost: Cool.

Y/N: Some hot, refreshing tea… If only there was someone to make it for me?

Ghost: Right, if only.

Y/N: (pouts)

Ghost: Aw, poor baby. (laughs at your misery)

Y/N: (pouts excessively)

Ghost: …

Ghost: Fuckin’ hell. How do you like your tea…?

Masterlist

[personwhowrites]

Task Force 141 with some of my Headcanons <3

Simon “Ghost” Riley

-He knows how to do any magic trick. He only learned them to feed his inner child, if he gets really drunk that’s when all hell breaks loose with his magic tricks. He doesn’t show them at workplace, well.. maybe sometimes he does only when you or Johnny are around to praise him. (He has that ego going)

-Finds it hard to believe that Johnny (soap) can’t cook. He things it’s strange that Johnny is a a 30-40y that can’t cook for shit.

-Hates hates coffee, it’s not because his British. He doesn’t like the taste of it, or the way it’s been made. Thinks is stupid that some beans can make a very powerful drink.

-Loves, and I mean loves when his teammates praise him. Especially you or Johnny, he doesn’t know why but it just fires him more. Even sometimes showing off, but of course he doesn’t admit it.

-When sparring with Rookies he tends to go overboard. For rep, he needs to keep that “scary” image of himself to the new people. Can’t blame him, he has a name to live up to.

-Big softie when his sick, he isn’t right state to know anything. He only whines to you or Price when his sick.

-Secretly puts stuff in high places where others can’t reach, so they depend on him. Doesn’t even know why he does it, but still enjoys every second of it.

-Let’s be honest, this man will never ever hurt someone when his mad. He can control his anger in any situation, unless the person is hurting some he cares about.

-Might get some slight disagreement here but Ghost will never ever open up about his trauma with anyone in the team. It’s his demon to deal with and that man will suffer in silence if it means his team can be happy and less worried about him. Even if you or someone else on the team try to get him to talk, it wont work.

-Big fan of Transformers, especially Optimus Prime. He feels a strong connection to the character, but keeps his obsession a secret.

-I sense that Ghost a man that has a very high tolerance to spice. I mean like high enough that concerns you at times when you see him eat the “one chip challenge” for a snack. He has packets in his vest.

-Ghost secretly has a pink gun. He only got it for laughs, but then immediately got attached to it. He was planning to show the team but stopped himself because it was his “gem.” (Has hello Kitty stickers tho)

John “Soap” Mactavish

-He can cook, better than the others. Yet he prefers to burn his food and get pity from you and the others. (You bring him lunch now.) he definitely brags about it to the others, and definitely knows that Ghost is catching up to his lie.

-Hates and I mean hates comedy movies. He finds them too dull and very predictable in his mind. Anytime you or the others members suggest a comedy movie.. a piece of him dies..

-Loves to be round Simon, wants to be the shoulder that Simon can depend on. He does feel some Jealousy when he only goes to Price or you when his sick. Makes Soap think that Ghost has favorites..

-Really really hates explosives, but acts like he doesn’t. The sound sometimes hurt his ears and at times soap fears that he would go deaf. Has mentioned this to Price, so when the others see explosives, Price will make a big deal and keep Soap away. (Such a caring father captain.)

-Soap definitely has favorites in the team, Ghost coming in first, then Price, Gaz and you. It’s not because he doesn’t like you, just that he been longer with the others. You do at times makes him question if he sees you a friend or more..

-loves to mess with everyone in the team. At times he does go overboard, making the team upset with him. Yet his golden retriever energy gets him out of any situation and he knows it.

-I see Soap having a short temper when it comes to someone messing with him. Soap doesn’t do anything at first, but then will go to see Ghost.. and let’s say those Rookies never were the same again.

-Depends on Ghost while in the British base. He knows that he really shouldn’t but Ghost became someone important even if Ghost pushes him away. I think it’s like this slight obsession he has..

-Super fan of old shows, like Friends, Sex in the city and The office, at times Soap would would try to recreate the office. Price would be annoyed when the others members agreed to it, he thought it was dumb at first but soon enjoyed it. That phase lasted three days before he moved onto something else.

-Soap is definitely sensitive to some sounds. Like a chair being dragged against the floor, it makes his teeth hurt. Price and the rest of the team know and will do anything to avoid that sound. They respect Soap and want him to feel safe with them.

John “Captain” Price

-He knows his the father of the group, and has accepted that. Except with you, he sees you more than a kid to take care of, sometimes jokes around that you’re the second parent.

-Price is the man to adopt any new rookie he sees. His seen like a major father figure in the base, no one disrespects him. Rest in peace to anyone who does..

-Loves to surprise his team with small gifts. He knows it’s not much but it’s glad he was able to bring a smile to everyone

-Price left his wife, I mean like divorce and cut all contact with the woman. He saw that his ex-wife never understood that the British forces were his calling. The wife wanted a family and for them to settle down, but price wanted more.

-Price tends to doze off if he’s sad. Soap and Ghost know this and make sure to be there for him. It’s difficult at times since Price acts a lot like Ghost with his feelings. His a book, a book you have to carefully open and set down.

-Talking about books, I want to say that Price hates them. I don’t see him as a reading a book in a day off. Being active is something he needs, it doesn’t matter what it is, his always hiking, exploring or testing new things. Makes Gaz join him, sometimes even showing up at his apartment with hiking gear.

-Definitely has a soft spot for Gaz out of the others. Gaz is close to your age, but slightly older and he knows it will be rough for him. Seeing the way sometimes, racism plays out in the base. Price makes sure that everyone must respect all races.

-Price will put his job on the line for the team. When Shepard was a “good” person and threatened to fire someone in his team.. Price would fight blood and sweat to keep that person. Even saying “Discharge me not them.”

-Price knows his growing old, his retirement is closing in. So he makes sure that his whole team can always depend on him even if it’s a day off. He will make sure you and the others know he loves y’all.

-Price will be someone to plan a whole day of activities if you or the team and him ever had a day off together. I mean a whole bunch, even ones taking you guys out to eat or go to an amusement park.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Let’s be honest, I see Kyle as a very quiet person. I don’t see him being a yelling type, unless it depended on someone life. When Price took him under his wind he was great full. Wanting to learn everything he could from him.

-As well with the others he has favorites. Price, You, Soap and Ghost. Him and Ghost barely talk, but respect each other more than anything. He didn’t mean to have favorites, but he saw the difference in how everyone talked to him.

-Super close with you, since it’s better to understand each other humor. Makes Price confused when you and him joke about something he don’t understand.

-Big fan of sweets, he can handle anything sweet. At any time he could have a candy in his mouth or a lollipop ready. He does hand candy out to the tema before the missions, finds it as a “good luck” charm to them. They don’t know that, but happily accept the candy.

-An amazing driver,better than anyone in the team. Main reason why he drives the team to places, Kyle doesn’t mind it if they ask to go far away places. It makes his mind calm, knowing that you all trust him with your lives in a car.

-Like Soap I feel like he can be sensitive to some sound. So he understands when Soap feels horrible with sound. They relate so much that it brought them closer.

-Kyle seems to be the type of guy that will listen to anyone. I mean anyone with their problems and help them sort them out. His mother taught him to be that way and he loves her for that.

-Like anyone on the team.. he would put his life on the line. Example: when he went back for Price when a ton of people were firing at him, he didn’t think he just went for it! This man deserves more attention.

-Kyle knows about some racism going on in the base and his thankful for Price protecting him. Even more thankful when he sees the rest stand up for him in a matter of seconds when they see the problem.

All

-Believe or not I think they would see the reader as a platonic love interest at first, but if things go closer than they think.. it might become interesting.

-They have cookouts I mean a ton, Ghost would be the one seasoning everything with the help of Soap. Gaz would be on the grill, cleaning it and making sure everything is good. Price would be there just watching them come together, if you were to join them. Price would let you do anything you want.

-They have game nights and it’s chaotic, I mean fully chaotic to the point you can’t understand anything. Soap would start speaking Scottish if he lost and Ghost would be the one calming him down.

-Movie night is a pain for Soap. He knows what everyone would pick.. romance comedy. Ghost wouldn’t budge to laugh at a single thing, But Gaz and Price would be laughing.

[skylarsblue]

✦Random C.o.D Headcanons✦

(Random Headcanons that I have no where else to put. Also because I can't properly wrITE WORTH SHIT, UGH)

✧Price can swing dance. And very well, mind you. ✧Johnny’s dad gripes at him for not drinking whiskey. “Bout the only Scotsman who won’t drink scotch! ‘hat’s like an Irish man not drinking Guinness!” He’ll say. But Johnny handles liquor really well. He could down three tequila sunrises without a single waver. ✧Gaz used to do ballet as a kid, gymnastics in secondary school. He’s less flexible now because he doesn’t stretch like he used to, but he could probably still manage the splits. ✧PRICE LIKES OLD WESTERNS AND COUNTRY MUSIC. TRY TO TELL ME OTHERWISE, I DARE YE- ✧Ghost’s autistic hyperfixations consist of; Birds, the chemical affects of drugs(of any kind) on the body, the process of decomposition, bones/skeletons, and how different cultures view Death. (Ex; Grin Reaper, Cu Sith, Thanatos, etc.)

✧Gaz is the one that has the most vast music taste, but admittedly he’s got a bit of a favorite spot for what I call “ass shaking music”. Things like Doja Cat to T-Pain, ya know?

✧Johnny whole heartedly believes in ghosts, and while he likes horror, he’s most scared by paranormal ones.

✧Ghost’s go to snack is apples. He is so obsessed with apples he can differentiate each kind with one bite.

✧Price hates being called Johnathan, the only one allowed to call him that is Laswell. And she only uses it to scold him. Like a mom. ✧Alejandro owns a cowboy hat. He bought Rudy a matching one, but he assumes Rodolfo got rid of it since he never wears it. It’s not true. Rudy is just really worried he’ll ruin it, so he keeps it pristine in his closet. He’ll even ensure it doesn’t collect dust. ✧König has a fear of horses. He had a Celtic mythology phase, read a spooky story with a Kelpie in it, and now they scare him. ✧Horangi used to have a gold tooth, and at one point his gambling debt got so high, he pulled it out and sold it. Also Horangi has bad teeth, lots of fillings & cavities. ✧Diabetes runs in Gaz’ family, so he constantly watches his sugar intake. But it’s really hard because he loves sweets. ✧09 Ghost is a trans man. This isn’t a Headcanon, it’s just true.

✧Johnny has oddly soft hands. He doesn’t do anything to them, and objectively, he should have tons of callouses. And yet? Nah, super smooth.

✧Gaz runs warm and prefers warm weather, Price runs warm and prefers cold, Johnny runs cold and prefers warm weather, Ghost runs cold and prefers cold weather. ✧Ghost hates being spooned cause he’s usually bigger, and the feeling of a body against his back, even if warm and alive? Reminds him too much of the feeling of a deadman pressing on his spine. He’d prefer to be the big spoon if he has to cuddle like that.

✧Rudy owns playboys & playgirl magazines. He just hides them SUPER well, because he’s kinda ashamed. He thinks people owning porn is fine, but his mother visits often and she’s a bit of a snoop. ✧Piggy backing off the last one, that’s also why Rudy is so sneaky. He wasn’t necessarily a super bad kid, and his parents weren’t necessarily unbearable. But he often got roped into trouble by others, and his parents were a bit strict, so he got good at sneaking. ✧Valeria & Alejandro are exes, and while there are many reasons they broke up? One was Valeria realizing she’s hella sapphic.

✧Valeria has a collection of naked women paintings. Like, super expensive ones? No one questions her because she’s a cartel queen, they think she just likes art. And she does. But she also is hella biased towards pretty painted ladies.

✧Gaz definitely has at least one crazy ex. Like “I’ll stalk your number, call your mom, and make a scene in public even if we broke up three years ago” crazy. ✧König was a pot smoking metalhead in high school, I will not elaborate. ✧Ghost tends to be clean shaven because the sensory feeling of stubble is uncomfortable, especially under his mask. But he likes facial hair on other people. ✧Farah is on the aroace spectrum. She’s not completely closed off to romance or sex, but like…it’s very very rare for her to experience those kinds of attractions. (Personally I think Alex is her exception, but I’m biased) ✧SPEAKING OF ALEX, man owns a cane. He decorates it, he also decorates his leg. With stickers. Some of them are kiddy/girly cause his niece gave him them. Do not question the Pinkie Pie on his prosthetic, reminds him of what he needs to come home for.

✧Nik & Price definitely have sucked each other’s dicks at least once. Look, besties bestie however they please. Also, c’mon. They’re military men.

✧Johnny somehow manages to miss something someone is telling him when they’re right by his ear. Yet! He’ll catch a random comment from across the room.

✧Also. Johnny is afraid of dogs. But he also likes dogs. It’s a very hard thing to deal with when he wants to pet what gives him heart palpitations.

✧König doesn’t talk to his mother at all. He occasionally talks to his father, but not much. But his grandma?? Every day. He will won’t miss a single day of contact.

✧Gaz writes poems or short stories sometimes as a coping mechanism. But he hides it cause he's embarassed. ✧Johnny had a full out punk phase in high school. He had spikes on a denim jacket, he had an anarchy pin on his rucksack. Full out. And though he didn't get caught, he probably did some teenage delinquent shit like graffiti. Thankfully, the more destructive stuff is more out of his system...mostly anyway. ✧Price didn't have a full hippie phase when he was younger, but he did have friends in that circle, so he picked up one or two things. ✧Ghost didn't have any aesthetic specifically growing up, but he thought Trad Goths were super cool to look at and he definitely got a lil inspiration from them in his everyday life. ✧Gaz also didn't have a particular aesthetic he fell into, but for some reason he was picked up by a group of scene kids in middle school. If you go through his oldest music playlist, EDM is in there a suspicious amount. ✧König is allergic to bees, so, anytime they're around he'll freak the fuck out and sprint away. If it weren't for the fact he had a reason to fear them, it'd look really silly. ✧Soap has ADHD, Ghost is autistic, Laswell has OCD, Rudy has AuDHD, and König is autistic.

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare Characters

no poll this time because I know the order i want to post them in! woo!

ITS FINALLY TIME FOR THE 141!! first up,

Gaz

At first I tried to say that Gaz was the only British one to get braces, but then I actually looked at his teeth and I realized I was wrong… he just kinda needs them. He’s never had them.

Gaz has a crossbite, (fig 1 & 2) and couldn’t pronounce words correctly when he was young because of it. Gaz went to speech therapy as a kid because of his crossbite. When his moms noticed that his speech was slurring and he was developing a lisp they quietly enrolled him in a class. He never minded, it was something fun to do on Thursday afternoons. He’s glad they did, without them, his voice probably would be far less clear. It’s why he moves his mouth the way that he does when he talks, (fig 3) he’s making room for his tongue to move to where it needs to go. 

Gaz never got braces, as much as he might have needed them, but his life path never lent itself to that. So his teeth are set up the way nature intended. His left canine sticks out and his lower incisors like to overlap every chance they get. And of course that crossbite is there. 

His anatomy was shaped in a way that let him keep his upper wisdom teeth but those two bottom suckers had to go. He got his wisdom teeth removed at 19, it is because of this there is a video on YouTube somewhere of him singing wheels on the bus.

Gaz brushes his teeth every night and every morning, except he *never* brushes them on missions. Doesn’t bother to carry a toothbrush on him. Knows he won’t use it. He also did not bother to floss until he met Alex, then the other man basically honda-dealership-sales-pitched him the idea, and Gaz now par-takes in the occasional floss stick thrown into his routine. Farah has taught him to oil-pull in that same conversation and he adapted it to just using mouthwash when he feels his breath smells.

While doing research for these headcanons I found a picture of his teeth. It changed all my ideas by a complete 180 but <3333 gaz my beloved. His teeth are so pretty and his cross bite??? It has my heart.

okay this is really old and now i have many more ideas about Gaz's speech patterns but I wanted to get back to posting these so I'll write that later in a separate post!

figures under the cut

Fig 1, 2

Fig 3

Bonus: Extra photo of gaz in that one scene because there can never be enough Gaz

[ellaa-writes]

Star Crossed Lovers

author notes: I am so beyond happy for this series. I'm such a huge fan of Elliot Knight and don't understand the blatant hate and disrespect he gets. He's such a lover boy and I hope I can portray it right. Anyways, this is in The Beast Within world. So happy to finally be expanding it. Simon's series here. Part 1 obviously. Enjoy!

cw: a/b/o dynamics. mature themes. violence, death and misogyny ideas ahead. each chapter will have its own warnings. this one is very tame as most of them will be for Kyle's series. Not proof read or edited.

The bond between the sun and the moon was profound, birthing generations of celestial descendants. The brilliance of the sun overshadowed the moon's gentle glow, yet their offspring celebrated each radiant dawn. However, as the sun's light waned, fear of the moon's darkness gripped their progeny. Nights became a time of retreat, as the moon's illumination sparked unease.

Despite the moon's efforts to illuminate the night, its light was met with disdain. Over time, bitterness consumed the moon, turning its love to envy. In a fit of jealousy, the moon cursed its children with lust and greed. Heartbroken, the sun countered with blessings of fertility and love upon their offspring.

The discord between the sun and the moon poisoned the world, bringing forth plagues and sorrow. Mothers wept for stillborn children, while sickness ravaged the fertile Omega population and drove strong Alphas to madness. Chaos reigned as violence spread, leaving scars upon the earth and its inhabitants, a testament to the anguish of celestial lovers.

Being born into a breeding farm, you never knew anything other than the inside of this facility. These boring white walls were home, sadly but truthfully. Your whole existence not of your choice, to keep the population flowing and the Alpha's happy.

You never knew love, being ripped from your mother soon as you were born, not even a suckle at her teet. Caged like an animal, tested and expirmented on. Trained to be submissive, receiving. On how to please an Alpha and bare his seed. It was a miserable life indeed. You dreamt of the unknown beyond these walls, the vast world surrounding you. Of somehow growing wings and taking flight like a bird at night. Soaring across the land and away from the confinement within these walls.

That's how you ended up here, tied down with a cage over your head. It was punishment, for being a dreamer, and for also biting the arm of an Alpha that touched you a little too long. It was suppose to be humiliating and you guess it was. Unable to move, put into the optimum breeding postion. To remind you of your worth, of your only purpose. To breed.

Your lucky you are still in training, unproven to be the perfect specimen. You had anger problems, your file stated. Violet outbursts, emotions too high. It's why they pump you fully of hormones, hoping that it'll tone you down. Your arms went numb hours ago, your back strained in the uncomfortable postion. The dull ache of your muscles etching themselves in. This isn't your first time here and probably won't be your last. It was so quiet you'd believe to be alone but the occasional murmur of voices letting you know they are always watching.

You could hear the low whispers, how they talk with such vemon. All you need to a rough fuck from a top Alpha, someone to put you in your place. Others say that maybe this life wasn't meant for you, to put you down quick and without a fuss.

Settling in for the night, you knew you'd be here for a while. Closing your eyes and clearing your mind. Getting lost in your imagination, slipping into the void of your own reality. The first sounds of shouting and gunfire so far away that you don't hear. Either that or you so deep into your mind that you can't hear the screaming.

Red light illuminates around you, casting the small room into a dark hue. The sound of alarms startles you to the surface. The sound of pounding feet marching into battle. The cries and whimpers of the wounded. This can't be real, you must still be dreaming. This must be what a nightmare is, something you never experienced. Bullet fire opens up close near you, the sound of the sharp metal bouncing off the steel walls, echoing around you.

All you can do is lay in this unnatural postion, like a juicy mango ripe for the picking. You can hear the voices, unknown to you. Shouting out commands and orders, responses and copy that's. The door to your room shaking under the thunderous pounding.

The metal screaming has whoever was on the other side tried to penetrate. Finally weakening, the door flung from its hinges, now laying off to the side. The dark room filled the shouting voices and beams of light, words you couldn't understand.

It must have been a hell of a sight. A fresh untouched Omega, beant over and bound, begging to be fucked. If they weren't trained for this, and pumped full of suppressants, one of them would have went in for the bite. Lowering his weapon Kyle lead the charge. Barking out commands as he slung the gun across his back. Unsheathing the knife on his thigh, cooing at the poor whimpering thing in front of him.

He never understood it, the need for dominance. Might be genetic after all, born a Beta male. He slipped his knife under the binds, watching as it sliced through them with ease. Letting her know he's not here to harm her, none of them are. Easing his hand on her lower back, slicing through the rest of the binds. Pulling her into a kneeling postion with himself to the side of her.

"It's all going to be alright love." hoping his words eased her. One of his men handing him a fleece blanket, he wrapped it around the shaking thing. "Do ya think ya can stand?" he asked. Finally turned her around to get a proper look at her, she still had the bag over her head. The damn thing was padlocked on, he called out to one of his men. "Anyone know how to pick a lock?" a small lanky Beta approached. Hands up in a nuturel positions, showing that he was no harm to the frightened Omega.

"Get dis thing off of her. Make it quick" he held you in place has the other male Beta began working of the lock. You flinched with every movement, whimpering out in fear. Trying to understand what was happening, was this still apart of the nightmare? The lock clicked and sprang open. The smaller Beta wretching it off you as Kyle ripped the hood from your head.

Sucking in a deep breath of air, feeling your lungs fill and burn. Your senses flooded with the smell of the men around you. All Betas to your surprise.

"Easy, easy their." Kyle tried pulling you to your feet. But after hours of being bound tight, your muscles relented and cried out in pain. Causing you to cling to him and hiss, you won't be able to use your limbs for a while. Kyle didn't hesitate lifting you up by your knees, bracing his other arm across your back. Carrying you past the other man and out the door. You were thankful for the blanket, the warmth helping to keep you calm.

"Close ya eyes." it was a command and you didn't dare disobey. Snapping them shut and burying your face into his chest. "It's all gonna be alright." you hope he was telling the truth, you had no other choice but to believe his words. He carried you past the destruction and towards the safety of outside. Trucks lined the block, stations and tents set up along the roads. Kyle looked out and saw his Captain carrying two young Omega girls, no older the six.

He was is disbelief and disgust, these poor Omega girls, locked up like cattle. This was only the third raid, after being tipped off of the inhumane practices. The shocking bombshell articles plastered all over the papers and morning new stations. The only good thing coming out of this mess was the cure.

He carried you to one of the medic tents, setting you on an empty bed. Female and male medics shuffling around trying to treat all they could. Two female Beta medics came to your aid, immediately checking you vitals. Kyle stepped off to the side, to give them space and to return to the mission. You reacted out of panic and fear, lunging forward and gripping onto his arm. Your nails digging in deep, drawing blood. "Please!" you croaked out. Eyes wide and pleading, filling with worry and tears.

He didn't know what to do, looking at the medics for support. The lead medic pushing him onto the bed next to you, "Keep her calm" she ordered out as she flashed a light in your eyes. Your breathing eased and your grip loosened.

He didn't leave your side the whole time, staying with you as the medication they gave you started to take affect. Consuming your body with sleep, closing your eyes one last time that night.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He's been doing this for so long, has been all over the world and seen the many cruel ways of his kind. But this, this hit him hard.

His mind kept wandering back to you, but it's just all part of the job right. Right?

"Fuck" he spat out, pushing off of the vanity as he finally left the bathroom. Making his way down the hall to the kitchen, it was too early in the morning. Most still sleeping and the few awake else wear. He opened the fridge, his stomach doing flips making the idea of food unmanageable. He needed some air, opting for a run outside instead.

Allowing the crisp morning air hit his face, the burn in his lungs and the ache in the legs. He loved the feeling of freedom. Opening field, just loving life. Nothing but a good run to clear his plauged mind. Turning back around to head towards the compound, he noticed a familiar shape resting up against a tree. Captain Price.

"What's up?" he asked out of breath, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. "I know it's your day off but theres a problem." Kyle knew the look in his Captains eyes. He wouldn't be asking if he didn't think Kyle could handle it. "Go on." he instructed. "It's about the Omega you brought out last night. She's been unconsolable, unresponsive. She in a lot of stress, keeps asking for the Beta that rescued her." Kyle's heart dropped, he didn't bother to finish listening to what Price had to say. Walking off towards the direction of the parking lot, he'll deal with his Captain later.

All he could focus on was getting to you.

[starboykel]

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?

[raffe156]

Just a few memes some are inspired by MW3, which was a campaign I suppose, so spoiler warning mates <3

😂😂😂

Each one is spot on

[yoshidatommy]

TF141 (oversimplified)

[bigguyenthusiast]

COD P★ LINKS

Yawll……dis is horny… so like fair warning

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

Good girls beg

[yooo-lets-go]

soap simp folder THIS, soap simp folder THAT, the question IS: does Ghost take photos??

He does

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[karliiiis]

ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

I don’t have enough unhinged headcanons about Gaz. He’s too much of a normal guy in my head. Someone give me his crazy side, this needs to change. What are his unhinged characteristics? What makes him a wild character to write about?

What was his background like? What’s he do that leaves people speechless or murmuring ‘what the fuck…’

[ellaa-writes]

Why don't you wire for Gaz?

I do write for Gaz, I want to write more for him but I'm really bad at coming up with ideas. That's why ideas, suggestions and prompts are always open and welcome!

[rhymewithrachel]

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