#kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

[emrzennn]

I just found this and - 😭😩🤭

(It was on Elliot’s Facebook from what I remember

[miwsolovely]

—PRIDE

pairing: task force 141 x fem!black!reader

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summary: You’re not fragile. You’re not.

contains: military inaccuracies, Dissociation, mentions + references to past trauma, torture, reader gets triggered a lot in this chapter :(, hurt w comfort, mentions of kidnapping, panic attack ( with comfort )

wc: 4.9k

a/n: ugh this feels rushed :(

a/n 2: sorry for the wait,, ( unedited )

“I told you, step by step, what to do.” The weight of a knife, the weight of the world, feeling very similar at this moment.

All you can do is stare at the floor. Wishing you could see your reflection but at the same time wanting to see it burn.

You wanted to see what had become of you. What he made of you. Wanted to see pitch black iron slowly encrust your heart. Protecting it. Hiding it.

However you wanted to see it burn at the same time. Wanted to show him that he isn’t what defines you. Wanted to show him how far your pride could take you. Until it ultimately breaks you.

Until he breaks you.

“What,” A stinging pain erupts from across your face. “Not gonna answer me sweetcheeks?”

You cough, red staining your lips, your body, your soul.

He scoffs and then as if he remembered something, starts playing with the long crowbar in his hands, tossing it from hand to hand with a giddy smile on his face.

You hack out another dry cough, cringing at the sound and at the metallic taste it left in your mouth. You raise your head to look at him in the eyes. Every muscle twitching and burning in the process.

He squats down to meet your level, your eyes following his every move as you try to scrutinize his actions.

“You know I love you right?” His smile. His God awful smile leads you into a field of roses. But his eyes lead you into the hands of death.

You spit at his feet. The crowbar sings as it hits your head.

***

“You don’t like hospitals do you?”

You blink and try to clear out the fog that encases your mind. Trying to escape the feeling of the knives against your skin, the fist, the crowbar—

“No, huh?” She answers for you. Sophia, you remember, was the woman you were supposed to get cleared by in order to go on missions on this team instead of sitting at a desk. You needed to prove them wrong. No matter how much you resented being on this team. On a team again.

Today marks two months that you’ve been on this base. So far you have no reason to stay, no purpose, all because of a psych eval that was shoved down your throat.

You scold yourself. “No purpose.” What about the man with the overgrown, albeit beautiful, mohawk? The man with the chocolate skin that shined when kissed by the sun?

They were nice. Treated you with a kindness that was only ever expressed by three people: Vera, your Mom, and your sweet Ma. They barely knew you, didn’t say more than two sentences when you were shoved down their throats, and added to their team. You are an intruder. An intruder on something that was beautiful and intimate.

You saw the way they looked at each other. Pinched yourself behind closed doors whenever you felt something green and snapping coil in your stomach, when you found your cheeks getting hot, when you felt your heart skipping a beat or two. For the two Sergeants at least.

The Captain and the Lieutenant however, they were as dark and secretive as their eyes.

Your expression hardens. “Never did.” Never liked them because it leaves a trail. A scent for a well trained dog to sniff out and find you. Kill you and let the birds eat at your flesh, killing you ten times over.

“Well then, today’s not your lucky day, ‘m not finished.” She says. You can see the sass dripping from her mouth, straining her lips and words with a golden ichor, much like the rich ichor of his own sass, his own words, falling, falling, and coloring everything gold. A gold that decays and reveals ugly things, ugly intentions.

You peer at her through your lashes, you look around the room, a room that looks comforting, looks welcoming, but everything has its secrets, you shift where you are, finding the seat you’re in uncomfortable from sitting there too long, your thighs going numb. Spreading, spreading like a disease, his disease his love—

“Are you even payin’ attention?” She stands there, in front of you with her hands on her wide hips, blonde brows furrowed and her pink lips pulled into a deep frown. “Because if you can’t pass a psych eval, then I’d say you’re not ready.”

You huff out a laugh at that, an amused smile pulling at your lips. She stares at you as if offended. “Somethin’ funny?”

You stare at her through half lidded eyes, crossing your arms on your chest. “None of us are ready doll. Not a single one.” You say. “And yet you still see us running into war with our heads shoved up our asses.”

She turns pink at the term of endearment you used for her.

“Well that—that don’t mean ‘m jus’ gonna let you go! I have to evaluate you. . .”

You freeze at her accent revealing itself. It’s something rooted, something deep and southern, like his.

You think it comes out whenever she feels a strong emotion.

Like hate. His hate. His—

“I need to go.”

***

The girl in your reflection wails. Scratching, pleading, yelling, to let her out. Let her take control, let her so she can protect the both of you.

Your breathing comes out ragged, and you claw and fumble with your door until it opens, slamming it and locking the door. You stay there for a second, turning so your forehead rests against the wood, wishing the door was cold, not filled with this burning heat that dug into your skin.

You turn and limp to the bathroom, you wrestle with the door knob and you fight the feeling of your legs giving out. You wished they would too, wished the world would split open and swallow you whole, close and take all your problems away. All your pain and sorrow and—

A knock. Then a voice. “You alright, love?”

Your breathing is harsh and you’re sure whoever is behind the door to your room, Gaz, can hear it.

You try to breathe calmly. You rest your shaking arms on the sink and pray for the cold ceramic to ground you. You twist the faucet all the way to the right and cup the freezing water in your hands.

The girl in this reflection is screaming. Pleading, demanding, for what, you can’t figure out, but your head is pounding, your heart is racing, and water is still pouring out of the faucet.

Get your shit together.

Remember what Vera taught you. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight.

Four, seven, eight, four, seven eight, four, seven—

“Angel?”

Your breathing took a pause. Angel.

Angel, is the name spoken with a type of special emotion you can’t put your finger on by the two Sergeants. Something that calms you, and something you won’t admit aloud. However it’s Angel, the same name spoken with a hostility that’s rooted in the Captain and his Lieutenant’s voice, that pushes you to build your walls higher.

You stand there, hunched over the sink with the water in your hands escaping through the gaps between your hands like sand in an hourglass; running out of time.

The girl in this reflection fades away, distorted by the ripples in the water caused by the tears that escaped your eyes.

You bring your cupped hands to your face and splash the cold water on your face. You keep your hands on your face, covering your eyes for a moment because you’re not ready to face the world just yet.

After a minute, you blink to clear the blurriness in your eyes and feel for the towel you remember setting on the counter. Bringing it up to your face and wiping away the water that sits there, wishing to wipe away all your problems as easy as that.

You walk out of the bathroom after setting the towel where you found it, not ready to look at the woman you know looks at you with a hostility that matches the Lieutenant’s in the mirror yet.

Through all the noise, both in your head and in the real world, the world that scares you to no end, the world that hates you, you hear Gaz’s soft voice asking if he can come in.

Now, in front of the door to your room, you hesitate opening it. Scared of what he’ll say to you when you open it, if you open it. You’re a Colonel. You’re supposed to be strong and unwavering in everything you do. Why are you scared of what he’ll say to you when he sees your red rimmed eyes? Your pale face? Your shaking hands?

“You’re not enough.” He’d say. “You’re never going to be enough.”

You open the door.

Gaz looks up at you, and it surprises you because he doesn’t look at you with the pity or disdain you thought you’d see in his eyes, but with a soft smile gracing his lips and his honeyed voice asking if you wanted to talk.

He wants to talk. Why?

You ignore his question and ask him yours in turn. “Can I help you, Sergeant?”

He shakes his head slightly, the smile on his face stays. “No, just wanted to talk to you.”

He’s looking deep into your eyes. As if past the red rimmed and glossed over eyes, he can see the torn little girl you are inside curled up into fetal position, scared out of her mind.

You’ve been here two months.

Two months fourteen days and thirteen hours. And you’re moving to the side to allow him entrance.

He walks in your room and turns to face you, using the motion of turning in a half circle to inspect it without you suspecting him of doing so. You still caught on.

The room you're currently in is not really yours, it's a room. Not yours because save for the bag of clothes positioned in front of the closet, the room was barren. The bed was made and left without wrinkles, the nightstand was left untouched and is starting to collect dust, the prison grey walls reflecting your prison mind. Lonely, grey, and bleak.

You stare at him, at Gaz, with cautious and questioning eyes before motioning to the bed with your arm.

"You can sit."

He smiles that small, never ending and perfect smile of his showcasing the moons imbedded in his cheeks, and turns his back towards you to sit on the bed next to the pillows.

Why did he turn his back to you?

You shift where you stand.

Doesn't he know not to turn your back to someone you don't trust?

You meet his gaze with hesitance laced in your actions when you move to your nightstand to take a seat at the chair placed delicately in front of it, sitting down on the old chair that's seen better days, you face the man in your. . . in the room.

You keep your hands in your lap and fiddle with the hem of your sweater. Nervousness seeping you're your skin and bones and sending a chill through your body. "You wanted to talk—"

"Call me Kyle."

You pause.

Of course you knew his name. Knew it and remembered it when you read his file, said it in your mind a billion times without knowing, you knew all their names. But names were for friends, they were for lovers. You aren’t either of those. Callsigns are for strangers. They’re for long nights hunkered down in God knows where fighting Good knows who. They’re so that everything stays secret.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask again. Ignoring his request to call him by his name and swatting away the small part of your brain begging you call him by his name.

He pauses for a moment, caramel eyes melting and revealing good things, good intentions.

“Would you like to have lunch with me?” He asks. His hands, you notice, are unscathed, clean, save for the little white line disrupting the chocolate of his skin. How you wish for hands like that. Clean, soft hands that you’d wish to melt in.

“Just you?” You murmured, trying to sound, fragile. Your eyes probably gave you away however. Vera always told you that.

“Me and Soap if you’d like.” He answers, looking down at his hands and intertwining them.

Him and Soap, Gaz and Soap, Kyle and Johnny.

You breathe in and you swear you can taste the caramel of his eyes. “Okay.” You whisper.

***

“When you said “Task Force,” You said, mimicking quotations in the air with two fingers. “Thought you meant it was some place quiet, a Task Force that barely gets any missions. But no, I find myself in the hands of the largest and most well known special ops team known to man.”

Kate Laswell, your mom, lets out a laugh at that. She finishes signing whatever paperwork she needed to at her desk and leans back in her chair.

“Oh really now?” She asks with a lift of her brow and a smile curling a side of her lips. “And how will you accomplish what you want in life behind the walls of a “quiet” Task Force?”

You sigh, irritated. Your eyes narrow and your eyebrows furrow deep. For a moment, you almost forget it’s your mom you’re talking to. “And what, you expect me to stay on this team? You didn’t see how hostile they treated me.”

Your mom remains nonchalant while she speaks. “You sure you’re my daughter? Last time you complained was when you were eight.” She says. “And you’re right, I didn’t.” You watch as she stands up and walks to a cabinet adjacent to her desk, pulling out an expensive bottle of whiskey and pouring herself a fair amount in a glass cup. “Felt it through the door when I walked out.” She said as she took a sip, winking at you when she met your eyes from the top of her glass.

You slump on the chair you’re sitting in, resting your elbows on your knees and your hands on your face.

“So, what? I’m gonna be stuck on this team till he’s dead?” You say, rubbing your temples to calm the headache you feel throbbing in your head.

Kate walks back to her desk and leans on it, facing you. “No, you’re gonna stay on this team even after you kill him.”

You feel your heart stop beating against your chest, your lungs pausing mid inhale, your fingers moistening with sweat coming from your brow.

You hear ringing in your ears. Screaming. It’s the girl in your reflection, the mirror; she’s screaming. You lift your head from your hands and stare at her through the corner of your eye.

“What?”

Your mom sighs and walks to stand in front of you, leaning on her desk.

“What I’m about to tell you,” She starts, looking at you with hard eyes. “Is something that needs to stay in this room you hear me?”

Your fingers twitch and you find yourself nodding.

She sighs and rubs her head as if she’s fighting s headache right now. She looks stressed. “I heard talk about the Shadow Company kidnapping a scientist.”

Your brows furrow. “A scientist?” You asked. Where is she going with this?

She nods in response to you. “A scientist. His name is Dr. Kelly Berkman. American, mid to late forties, three kids and a wife—”

“Mom.”

“He’s, he’s the CEO of The White Lotus.”

You sit there, confused out of your mind as to why she would be telling you this. The White Lotus is a relatively small company that makes vaccines. Why would he kidnap an innocent man?

Kate stands there, watching you, pleading for you to connect the dots.

When your eyes widen and hands fall limp on your legs, her eyes shine bright with sadness.

You suck in a breath and will it to be your last. “He’s making a bioweapon.”

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[moondirti]

at the end of every shitty day, all a girl can wish for is a 6 foot tall sergeant by the name of kyle garrick to kiss her eyes and tell her it’ll be okay

[jawabear]

Bedroom act

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: sorry for the bad title. And I have no idea where this came from but here you go. This is pure smut and maybe I did him dirty. Although I tried writing in the second person (you) for a change, reader is still AFAB. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: smut

Warnings: AFAB!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, name calling, lots of dirty talk, spanking, pussy grabbing, clit spanking, a little anal play, aftercare

Summary: The bedroom is where Kyle comes into his own

Kyle was perfect in every single way. He was kind, loving, funny, handsome and all that jazz. He was absolutely besotted by you. He would do absolutely anything for you. He would climb the highest mountains, tame the wildest seas, even bring you the brightest star from the sky if you always it of him.

And in bed, he was just a sweet. Sometimes anyway.

The bedroom was his domain. His area of expertise as it were. That was where he put his needs first. You didn’t mind because you knew he would always look after you and he would never push you too far or force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Even when he was dominant he was still sweet.

Even when he was fucking you so hard the headboard was banging and cracking against the wall he was still kind. His touch on your hips so soft and gentle it was almost as if two different people were fucking you. One sex crazed animal. And one gentle content lover. It was a head spinning position to be in but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Kyle’s hand tugged your head back by your hair, his hot, sharp breaths hitting against your ear. “Such a slut for me. Look at you” he whispered. You wish you could’ve seen yourself. No doubt you were the picture of pure pleasure. Eyes closed, face flushed and hot, open mouth, drool falling from your chin, hair a mess, neck littered with purple marks from his lips and teeth. But you knew he loved it. He had taken enough pictures of your fun time to prove he did. “You like getting fucked like this? Like getting your little pussy used by me?”

You could only (barely) nod a yes. Too fucked out to use your words but Kyle wouldn’t stand for that. He wanted to hear you say it. “Tell me” he growled and nipped your ear “tell me you like being my slut”

You let out a soft scream when he pulled your hair roughly “yes!” You cried “love being your slut, Kyle! Want you to keep using me!”

“Good girl” he praised and pushed you back to the bed. He grabbed your hips rougher this time. Finger tips digging into your skin. “Such a good little whore”

“Yes daddy, for you. Wanna be your good slut” tears were falling from your eyes. His balls swinging up and slapping shading your untouched and throbbing clit.

Kyle liked to get things going as soon as he could. The meant he would sometimes skip the fore play and go straight in. Literally. This was one of those times. He has pushed himself into you without even touching you. It was a little embarrassing at how easily he could slip in without foreplay.

Kyle lifted a hand and delivered a harsh slap your ass cheek. “Kyle!” You screamed.

“Too rough?” He asked, half in character half not.

“N-No. But I-“ he slapped you again. A little softer this time.

“You what?”

“Please touch my clit…it hurts…” you sobbed. You reached a hand behind your back to try and grab at his arm but he kept it out of reach. “Please daddy”

He let out a grunt and slowed his hips a little. He slid a hand round to your front and grabbed at your pussy making you scream again. “Daddy!”

“Be more specific, sweetheart. How do you want me to touch this pretty little clit of yours?”

“C-circles. Fast ones. Please”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard was it?” He took his index and middle finger and began rubbing fast circles on your clit like you asked. You cried out his name again and gripped at the sheets, the pillows or whatever it was you were holding onto. Too fucked out to even open your eyes to look at what it was. “That’s better isn’t it? This pretty little pussy getting some attention. All you had to do was ask”

“Feels so good, Kyle. So fucking good” he slapped your pussy making your hips jolt back into him. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Filthy mouth” he muttered before rubbing your clit again.

You could feel you climax nearing. Coming at you quicker than you could comprehend. “Gonna come…” you muttered bucking your hips into him. “Please daddy”

“Are you there? Right on that fucking edge?”

“Yes! So close!”

“Fucking stay there. Don’t come ‘til I say”

“Kyle! Please let me come!”

He slapped your ass again “don’t. Come. Until. I. Say.” He punctuated with word with a harsh thrust inside you. His fingers picking up their pace around your clit. He was making it impossible for you to hold it. And he knew that. “Besides, I thought you wanted to be my good little slut?”

“I-I do…” you stuttered burying your face into the pillow “I’m your good slut”

“Yes you are baby” he grabbed at your ass with both hands and spread it apart. He loved your puckered hole. Loved it just a little more than your pussy. It really got him going to look at it while he fucked you. They way it looked so desperate to be filled. “Fuck” he bit out “gonna come baby. Gonna come on this fuckin’ arse”

“Please daddy. Come all over me”

“You come all over me. Want to feel this pussy squeeze around my dick” he took a finger and pushed it into your tight hole. You screamed and your thighs shook barely able to keep you up anymore. You came screaming his name around his throbbing cock. Your head spinning and veins burning with white hot pleasure. “Yes, yes. Fuck. Just like that baby. Keep riding it out. I’m so close”

You could barely hear him I’ve the sound of your heart thumping in your ears as you continue to ride the wave of pleasure. Kyle pulled his dick out and tugged at it a few times before shooting his load over your ass. “Fuck” he drew out as he came “perfect little slut”

Kyle took his finger out of you and gathered up some of his come and pushed it into your hole. “That’s it. Gotta fill up this cute hole”

Once he had pushed all of his come into your ass he gently rolled you over onto your back and hovered over you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered as he pressed soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks. “I wasn’t too rough right?”

“No” you smiled and reached up a shaky hand to his cheek “you were great. You’re always amazing Kyle”

“As are you, beautiful” he kissed your lips once and then got off the bed heading into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then Kyle reappear. He looked so good naked. In his full golden brown glory.

“Stand there” you told him “just want to look at you for a second”

“Do you want me to pose?” He asked making you laugh.

“No. I just love you”

“I love you too” he walked to the bed and lifted you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

31/12/22

[jasmineqw]

Safe

c.w : mentions of reader being in a shelter, gaz taking in reader, plot does not follow mw2/mw3 entirely, no uses of y/n. Only (Name) or petnames + ‘You’. Mentions of loss (parents death) + bad staff at shelter.

NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC IS ACCURATE)) hcs

Gn! Preteen! Reader + Gaz

(Some facts in this au/ fic arent canon! If i made any mistakes like /gaz’ age/ do tell me.)▪️▪️

sumry. : pre teen! reader is taken in by gaz after he gets back from a mission he finds reader in a shelter. After being taken back home with gaz, gaz’s family didn’t seem to get along with you.

- The loss of your parents caused you to be sent into a shelter.

- You barely ever felt safe in there, the nightmare and flashing images of your last moments with your parents haunted you every night.

- You woke up screaming, every night you felt drenched in sweat. You weren’t able to go to bed without having flashbacks. - To this day you still remembered how the house burned down.

- And took your parents down with it. Left no trace of them. No one can blame you, you were only a child. By the time you figured out how to call the fire fighters it was already too late.

- Feeling frozen in place as you watched them announce. Your parents were gone. It happened so long ago. You barely had time with them,

- The only memory you ever had of your parents was a notebook you’d had been given by them. It had their signature inside along with pictures. There was a memory book you recovered. But it wasnt good quality.

- Your parents were around for long. By their time not all cameras were the best. - Taken into the shelter at a young age you never had anyone. The staff treated you like crap. The children your age there, for so many years

- Everyone got taken in or adopted. You weren’t. You got sick of it. Constantly kids shoved you around, constantly, staff barely fed you.

- But one thing that was even worse, this shelter was near a field. The field was stuck around for a very long time.

- It used to belong to farmers. It was a very open one but now it was used for military. It was used as a spot for training or anything really.

- One man in particular saw you.

The shelter had a routine for everyday. One weekends, at sometimes thursday night. Children would be allowed to do activities out. You never really participated. You were closed off and reserved. Everyone there was just not overall good people. You were rather watching the soldiers train, you always noticed one man though. He seemed to have seen you from afar.

- Gaz. You knew him as. Gaz, but you always called him the big man. Since he was tall,

- One time running around outside the shelter’s playground. You had felt a shove when you scraped a little bit of your knee. He was the one who reported to the staff if they can check in on you

- So far to run off mid way through training a few times to immediately make his way towards you. He somehow saw himself in you. Quiet, reserved.

- His own captain always told him he was quiet. But you were so sad all the time it broke his heart.

- He was a soft man at heart but really had to be tough, when he got to know you. He had seemed to come across a store one day while on a mission nearby. Or had it seemed they took a stop.

- He’d asked to step in since he quickly payed, he bought a treat.

- When he came to the shelter he took a knee and cooed for you to take it. You thanked him but he suddenly just hugged you. He was tearing up.

- He hated seeing how fearful and unsafe you seemed. How you werent given treats.

- So many things were happening. He got to know you day by day. If they were on a break he always came to see you. Because he wouldn’t forget how you even got him something back. It was a drawing. Of the field.

- He still had it in his breast pocket,

- But really, he had enough of seeing this

What had you done to deserve this. One time he had stepped into the office, when he talked with the staff about you. He got to know about the shelter and what it was like, he saw your file. How could a innocent kid

Be mistreated?

- He took you in one day. He had introduced you to his own home where he lived. But his father really made this a problem, his father constantly asked Gaz if he was same for bringing you in here.

- You got to know Gaz though. You were kept in his room, he told you could sleep in his bed, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor since he was in harsher conditions anyways.

He’d been used to it.

- But he finally figured what troubled you.

- ‘Why didn’t you tell me, (Name)?’

- The nightmares. When you woke up crying he was almost instantly there. Crushing you in a hug he didn’t realize how hard he held you.

- ‘Are you okay, kid?’ He’d brush your hair away. Wiping any stray tears.

- His hand ran up your shoulder. Patting it a little before he pulled you to rest on him. You were like a scared animal.

- He held you so tight. He felt your tears wet his t shirt. You hit him out of panic but he only took the blows,

- Since that night he’d tried his best to help you relax. He told you what to do if he was gone while you had these nightmares.

- Alot of times he had to keep you only in his room since his father didnt like you. Nor did his brothers do. But he only told them to f off since you were almost his kid now and they’d need to accept it.

- When you were sick back at the shelter you were often just given those pills and told to take them. Then you were just stuck inside all day. No one was present to take care of you. But Gaz made you safe.

- You were having a really bad fever but you saw how quickly Gaz caught onto it. He places you in the tub after he filled it with water. He gave you your privacy. But he was outside the bathroom if you needed him.

- ‘Im here if you need me, kiddo’

- He sometimes had to rush to the pharmacy for medicine. But you couldn’t let go and your hands flew up to his arm one time he actually stumbled back next to you when you did.

- So he had to take you with him. No one can ask who the kid coming with him was. You were a secret though. He didnt tell anyone about you at base. He kept his child safe.

- It didnt make so much sense to anyone how he adopted you. But it was simple for him. He knew you long enough.

- But really it felt fast. A month, and he took you in. You only saw him those days bringing you treats or coming to talk to you sometimes. Even if it wasnt talk. It became a normal thing he’d nod at you from afar as hello.

- You got along. You did grow attached to him, he officialy did sign adoption papers. Legally and finally now. His child.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Love your writing for COD

I have a prompt that I though was kinda funny

Soap having an ass and everyone knowing about except him

Idk but I think it would be funny if fucking soap thought he had no ass but in fact man got a dumpy so whenever he wear tights and such it’s more noticeable an everyone stares. Alejandro and Rudy makes comments about in Spanish then try to flirt with soap which flirts back thinking it’s friendly. Gaz makes comments about it as well but soap always laughs it off.ghost just sits there giving glares to everyone who stares at soap he sometimes just stands behind soap anytime he bends down so no one just stares at his ass. price has to literally tell soap to go back to wearing jeans since he cannot handle everyone comments about soap.

Just something I thought was funny lol

First of all, thank you so much. I’m so glad you like them 😁

Secondly, omfg that’d be so funny. I can imagine Gaz purposely bringing it up and mentioning it and everything because he knows that Simon’s down bad for Soap but won’t admit it.

Alejandro and Rudy would totally try and bring him into their relationship because Ghost isn’t making a move and Soap’s ass is fine af. They’ve definitely tried every form of telling him but Soap’s like ‘Tf are you on? I don’t have an ass.’ And it’s a little painful honestly.

Ghost is fucking suffering through it all because he is adamant on keeping his feelings under wraps but Soap is out here, with his fine as fuck ass and thighs on display in his tights, not having a damn clue about what he’s doing to everyone. Even if Ghost is in denial though he’s gonna try and shield as much of Johnny as he can because he’s a possessive little shit.

Price is just crying in a corner because all these guys are hitting on his son and he’s oblivious af about it and doesn’t know the effect he has on people. He practically begs Soap to just wear jeans, anything but the tights please!

[fuckin-brits]

Ghost: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Soap: Pffft, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Ghost: THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Gaz: Hmm…I’ve been drinking soda and my body’s rust free…not sure where you’re getting your facts from….

[hawkmothdiemotte]

Do you think the mw group argues over seating arrangements for longer flights like school children like if they know they’re gonna fly and aren’t in a hurry?

“No you sat together last time now I get to sit next to ….”

“But you said we could be neighbours”

“Do you want to sit next to me?”

And looking ant each other during the meeting when it’s announced and nodding*

And do you think they’d get mad if they’re stood up? Because I would

[stuckcampinginalaska]

obsessed with these two geezers

[the-jarvy-party]

VALENTINES WITH THE 141

you and the 141 handing out valentines during a party

i also added könig, and i accidentally made a subtle romance between you and soap i couldn’t help it i love this man

lowercase intended | warnings: cursing, alcohol

wc : 1305 (masterlist)

“look!” soap pulls one out of his shoebox. “it says ‘i’m hoppy you’re mine’ and there’s a little bunny rabbit!” he smiles and i slowly nod.

“wow, johnny, that one is clever.” i went to the pocket in my vest, pulling out a pink card. “there’s glitter so be careful.”

he slowly takes the card before reading it, glitter sprinkles on his navy shirt but he didn’t mind it. i made cards for all of my squad mates, i just made his a little bit more special.

gaz walks in with a walmart shopping bag and freezes in the doorway when he saw people handing out valentines - except ghost because he already handed his out.

“uhh… you guys were serious?” he nervously chuckles and we all look at him. “because i just went with lollies…” he slams the bag on the table, making a big boom.

“how many did you get?” i walk over, johnny following behind me.

“uh, well, my sister bought like 100 for something… gave me extras.” gaz mumbles towards the end and let’s everyone take one.

könig goes up to take one, everyone slowly moves away except ghost and i.

“want me to get you one?” i look up at him and he tilts his head.

“he doesn’t speak english, genius.” ghost grumbles and sits back down in his depression corner.

i still hold one out and he takes it, his eyes smile for me.

“okay, everyone,” price clears his throat. “you may pass out your valentines. but if we have what happened last year we’re stopping.”

last year, rudy didn’t pre-read the valentines he bought. they were all sexual, and alejandro got the worst one, it was hilarious.

i go passing out the cards i made for everyone, each person got the generic card. just different things written inside, since i got to know all of them in different ways.

“ghost.” i hold out a hot pink card that had glitter practically falling off of the card.

“what kind of fucking war crime is this?” he takes it. “it’s nice, though. thank you.” he avoids eye contact.

“of course, also,” i put my hands up to show the glitter that is probably permanently stuck to each crevasse of my hand. “i have to endure this for your entertainment.”

i go to hand a card to könig, since he was in the corner to the left of ghost. i tried my best to translate it into german so he could read it - i wasn’t sure if it was 100% accurate.

“i tried to translate it, i don’t know if it’s right.” i clasp my hands together, anxious for his answer. he and ghost had masks covering their faces, so telling what they were feeling was hard. it was even harder when they didn’t talk, or… when we had a language barrier.

“danke.” he looks down at me as he closes the card. his voice sounded sweet and quiet, i could barely hear him over the (extremely loud, obnoxiously loud) laughter of johnny and gaz.

“you’re welcome.” i smile and go hand out the remainder of the cards.

“johnny boy!” alejandro yells from the kitchen area that was in the break room, “come help me with this.”

“is that alcoh- john is that alcohol it’s 3 in the afternoon.” i grab his arm and he stops in his tracks and reels into my touch.

“yes… but i’m not drinking. don’t worry, sugar.” he smiles and gaz starts to make kissing noises. “shut the fuck up, kyle.”

“sir yes sir.” he salutes and i hold back a laugh.

after everyone handed out their valentines, the real ‘party’ began. i don’t know how you can get absolutely wasted midday, but the boys definitely did just that. except for the two intimidating giants in the corner of the room.

i got a letter from johnny that he gently set in my hands before he went to go help alejandro with the bottles of alcohol in the freezer. i put it in my pocket so i could read it later.

gaz goes to get up on the table, but price grabs him. “wait! n- no!”

“i need to make a standing *hiccup* ovation.” he shakes price off of his leg and stumbles on the table. “we need music.” he screams and they all yell in agreement. “SPARKY!”

i started a fire one time and that’s immediately my name.

“no.” i wasn’t too keen on getting in trouble in this current moment, i was trying to go home by 11.

johnny leans onto me, “i’ll play it! sugar, phone.” he makes grabby hands for my phone and i reluctantly hand it over to him.

alejandro and rudy start cheering on gaz and johnny as they start drunkly dance, flipping over the break room table and scaring the ever-living shit out of könig.

i go to the fridge and grab myself a drink. i close it and see price. “literally everyone here except for emperor palpatine and könig are wasted.” i pop open the beer and throw the cap in the trash.

“i’m actually not wast- w- wa- wasted.” price starts to slur his words.

“you’re pretty damn close.” i sarcastically smile and go over to sit next to ghost on the ground. könig was on the other side of him.

“it reeks of alcohol in here.” he crosses his arms and slouches in the chair.

“you’re like a child.” i take a sip of my beer and offer it to him. “want some?”

“that shit is for amateurs.”

“mhm,” i set my head on the wall behind me. “this sucks dick.”

“those jerks are having a good time, just get borderline blackout drunk.” ghost starts to mess with the ipad in his lap. “what the fuck is a passcode?”

i hear them start arguing on what song to play next, “no! we’re doing get low-“

“it’s probably some gay ass scottish song, we’re playing rihanna.” gaz intervenes.

“it’s not some gay ass scottish song it’s a staple party song.” it played on the speaker anyways and johnny starts to dance with price.

“sugar is a beast with this song! aren’t ya!” johnny calls me out and my eyes go wide, ghost looking down at me and starts to laugh. “cmon!”

“no! i’m not, johnny i will actually kill you.” i yell back and alejandro starts jumping around. rudy cheering him on from where gaz was.

johnny comes up to me and pulls me up, “pleaseeee?”

i click my tongue and look around the room, “fine. one condition.” i put my pointer finger on his nose. “you need to let me drive home.”

i hear live in this club come on, price and gaz start screaming at the top of their lungs. “THIS IS MY SONG, CMON SPARKY YOU GOTTA DANCE!” gaz yells to me, i go and dance with them.

it felt like eternity until they all passed out, except for the three of us that didn’t drink.

“so, uh…” i point my foot towards johnny, who was asleep. “how do i get him into my car?” i wasn’t short, i wasn’t super tall either. carrying (more like dragging) johnny was gonna be work.

“i’ll help.” ghost sets his ipad down on the chair. “still can’t figure out the damn passcode.”

“oh, heyy sugar.” johnny wakes up as i try to pick him up.

“hey, johnny.” i smile. “can you stand up for me?”

“anything for you.” he boops my nose and i help him get up.

“yeah, never do that again.” i whisper to him. ghost and i help him get into my passenger seat, after he threw up in the parking lot.

“remember, break ends next thursday.” ghost buckles in johnny and hands me a piece of paper, walking away back into the building.

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[ah-bloody-hell]

Might as well drop some more petty art, try to kick off a but and introduce myself. My name is Slash or Parisa (first is a nickname my friends gave hehe) I'm Persian and live in the U.S. I'm very new to Tumblr, I've been on it before but I've never really done anything on it before and this is my first account. That being said, hello world!

[yoshidatommy]

TF141 (oversimplified)

[miwsolovely]

— ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ IMPURITIES — task force 141 x reader

⟡ taglist

⟡ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five //

!!description.

You were always shamed for your ‘impurities.’ Never matter how much you tired yourself out to prove yourself, they always saw the girl that was “too much of this” or “too little that.”

He gave you hope though, made you think—made you believe that you were both doing this for the greater good. “A heart gets in the way of war” he’d tell you.

When you found out the truth—the real truth, you left. And like a shadow he followed. Waiting for the right moment to take what is—was his.

Shortly after, you were recommended by Chief Kate Laswell to join Task Force 141.

You were a misfit an outsider, a nobody. And yet you were able to get recommended to join the best task force known throughout the world.

But how can you be an outsider, in a team full of them?

!!characters.

johnathan ‘bravo six’ price + simon ‘ghost’ riley + kyle ‘gaz’ garrick + john ‘soap’ mactavish + philip graves (not endgame)

!!warnings.

fem! reader, black!reader, polyamorous, fmmmm, soapghost, pricegaz, slow burn, enemies to strangers to friends to lovers, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence, discrimination, racism (against reader + others), abuse of power, manipulation ( of love ) more might be added…

- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to other platforms !

- likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated <3 !!

©miwsolovely

[moondirti]

The 141’s fave lingerie on MC. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ahhhh; I would love to attach visual examples but I don't know how that would go with tumblr's guidelines. Let me know if you guys wanna see the pics though I'll figure out some way to link them

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

very traditional; i can’t imagine he’d prefer anything over little silk slip-ons on you. in lighter colours too, peach/pink tones and shades of creme. something about how innocent they look while still showing a good amount of skin drives him up the wall (of course, you know that, and make a point to wear them to bed as often as possible)

JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

such a fucking whore for the strappy/bondage look. opposite to price, he loves darker colours on you. you don’t know why he does, AS the man always, always has trouble getting you out of them - but maybe he likes the challenge. (especially enjoys pulling back some straps so they snap against your skin semi-painfully)

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

a very simple guy tbh, prefers you in nothing at all if he can help it. but you notice he goes a little extra feral for the lace and floral patterns; it’s the subtle femininity about it compared to the absolutely debauched things you say/do. favours corsets and one-pieces over the normal lingerie

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

like ghost, he likes things simple but in a different way. monochrome looks, calvin klein underwear; the domestic and casual aspect of it really gets to him - he can just imagine a life where he can catch you around the house doing chores or something, clad in whatever you’re comfortable in. especially adores it when you wear other articles of clothing over/on top of it, like hoodies or low-waist shorts.

[jawabear]

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Masterlist

Bedroom act *

Blue moon **

Welcome Home ***

V day gifts for us both *

[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