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queenhunter102 · 2 days

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Cod boys and how they come home.

Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 2 days

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

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"Come here, medic."

"I told you, I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," you say quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Take care of it?" Ghost asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 day

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He lost a bet

#aussiepineapple1st #cod #call of duty #ghoap #ghost #soap #gaz #price #modern warfare

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mactavishenjoyer · 2 days

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Gaz:"Why aren't Ghost and Roach talking to each other?"

Soap:"Oh they broke up."

Gaz:"THEY WHAT?"

Soap:"Don't worry they will be dating again by noon."

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littlelostmoon · 3 days

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gaz loves your hands ✩°｡

tags [gaz x gender neutral reader] hint of sexual content, hand holding, marriage ideas wc 180 [drabble]

a/n guys i had no idea my askbox was fucked up, it's open now though!

gaz is a hand enjoyer of sorts :D

it was the dead of winter when you first started seeing each other. one night he waited in the car (per your request) while you dashed to the gas station.

as you shivered and hurried back to the passenger seat, he held a palm out expectantly over the middle console.

you stared at it, surprised. "my hands are cold, ga—"

"it's fine, want it."

has adored holding hands while driving ever since. doesn't care if it's somewhat dangerous. gaz will literally pull off the most outrageous curves while your hands rest intertwined in your lap.

(side note, you can tell what kind of mood he's in depending on who's hand is on top). makes your heart race every time yours is pinned down and you can feel him tense on occasion.

would probably help file your nails or paint them if you'd like. thinks they're so pretty and made just for him in every way!

one day he "jokes" about putting a ring on your finger. if you bug him enough, he may admit there's some truth behind it.

#𓏲moondrabbles #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #call of duty #cod #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick #gaz garrick #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

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crazyufokid · 3 days

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i think the headcanon that gaz would play video games like animal crossing or the sims is so ironic in a funny way cuz like. u know that "no you're not a gamer" copypasta? and "the phrase it's just a game is such a weak mindset"? that's gaz. that's the kind of gamer she is. also one of gaz's voicelines in nasb2 implies she doesn't like animal crossing lol.

#nothing wrong with different headcanons i just think it's funny is all #invader zim #gaz #gaz membrane

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s-oaps · 4 hours

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PRICE & GAZ IN GHILLIE SUITS 🍃 | MODERN WARFARE II

#they’re on a father son hunting trip #captain price #john price #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #kyle garrick #call of duty #cod #codedit #modern warfare ii #mwii #task force 141 #gamingedit

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ghost-is-my-bbg · 1 day

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Guysssss please help!

UPDATE: FOUND IT!! Omg.

@marcsburnerphone is the lovely person who wrote the story I was looking for if anyone is interested in reading along!

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I am looking for this fic I started but didn't get to finish. It is a price x reader, and at the start the reader is looking for a flat mate after her boyfriend movied out and price applies to be her flat mate/roommate. And then soap, yaz and ghost come over to move some boxes out that the reader couldn't.

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC FOR AGES AND I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE! IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED IF YOU HELPED LOOK FOR IT!

#price #captian price #john price #captain price mw2 #john price x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap #captain soap mactavish #soap x reader #gaz #gaz x reader #jeksmwkmakd #roommate!price #roommate!reader

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scimitar-and-longsword · 28 days

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Me lovingly booping you all, 141 style <3

#call of duty #boop o meter #boop #my stuff #my gifs #task force 141 #modern warfare #ghost #price #gaz #soap #I'll probably make some old guard ones next lol... give me a few mins #141

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chamomiletealeaf · 8 days

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Being so sensitive to squirting that the 141 make fun of your for it and have little competitions to see who can make you squirt the fastest :(

Johnny holds the record of 37 seconds from fingering you so fast you couldn’t tell when his fingers were inside or out of you.

After their little competition your poor pussy was so swollen and sensitive that all it took was a few rough spanks to your pussy from Price to make you squirt again.

“Oh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?” Price teases you and Johnny.

“That doesn’t count the competition is over!” Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.

Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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gold0kapi · 2 months

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141 party

#gif #gifset #call of duty #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle garrick #gaz #warzone #i needed this today #god bless whoever decided to add this into the video lol #(not actual gameplay)#i'd play way more if it WAS though

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 21 hours

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

tasty tasty tasty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Late for a meeting?" he asks lightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inwardly, you cringe. "I can explain."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You’re going to make this right."

You blink. "I am?"

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a video. Of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We can figure it out on the way."

"To where?”

"Your place."

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[part 1] / part 2

more Gaz / masterlist tag

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mactavishenjoyer · 13 hours

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Okay so the second mission you do in the original call of duty 4 modern warfare is a mission to save nikolai. So au idea. Him and Price having an established relationship and you are just a little bit too late to save him. Something like (Nikolai x price and price x soap)

As Soap shoots his way into the room he's quickly followed by Price and Gaz. When he finishes making sure the room is cleared he looks back to see price huddled over a body in the back of the room. His hands applying pressure on a wound to the man's neck. "Captain, is that our informant?' soap doesn't get a verbal reply but the way price acts gives him his answer. He may be new but soap knows this isn't how you react to just an informant being killed. The terror in Price's voice tells him that he's something more to him. Gaz tries to pull Price off of him only to be pushed away. God, Price looked ready to punch Gaz if he tried again. Soap helped carry his body to the chopper. The sounds that left Price's body haunted Soap. Pure pain. True Anguish was what soap saw that day. He never thought he'd see something like it again. That was until he was on a table with price standing over him begging for him not to go. Was this how Nikolai felt? It feels surprisingly selfish to die in your lover's arms. Soap wanted to apologize but it was too cold. The world was too dark. All he heard was those familiar cries. The cries he heard that day.

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tb-png · 4 months

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a not so lonely shower - 👻 🧼🧢

his favorite sergeants don’t seem to realize that ghost is in the next stall over (but between you and me, they know. and they want him to hear 🤭)

CLOSE UP CAUSE LOOK ST HIS TUMMY!!!! I WANNA CHEW AND NAW ON HIM

#tbpng #call of duty #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghostsoapgaz #soapgaz #john soap mactavish #soap #john mactavish #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #soap x gaz #soapgazghost #gazsoapghost

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ghostofouryouth · 6 months

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This… is stupid, but you know what, it delighted me to draw and that’s the most important thing <3

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