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Price, finding a quiet corner away from his time, he just needed a few minutes quiet without chaos after having broken up with his now ex that morning. Dating a civie just never worked out in the end.
*outside the office building*
Soap and Gaz, pulling up in a deffiantly not miltary issued car: you guys wanna go with us to run over Price's cheating ex?
Roach, looks over at Ghost: ...
Ghost: yeah sure, why not
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reds-skull · 10 hours
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Had the passing thought "what if Gaz had long hair" a few days ago and I just had to draw it
(Actually obsessed with 'hawked Gaz...)
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notspiders · 2 days
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Splosh
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Lazy sketch of the day.
Guess who?
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houseoftroi · 9 hours
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Gaz in glasses.
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Requested by @arrloww (Hehe yay! First request!)
Kyle Garrick x genderfluid!insecure!Reader
unedited | sfw | “Monster in the Closet” | Masterlist
Themed around Reader’s discomfort with their body, so I’m counting it as a warning
Might make a part 2 at some point with actual comfort but here’s something for now (I gotta relearn how to write fluff tbh :/)
It’s not very good — I haven’t written in a WHILE
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Standing before the long mirror in your room, which had long ago been hidden behind the door to conceal it, the breath in your lungs just felt…stale.
A shirt too baggy to fit your figure. The folds of the cloth extending in a halfway decent crumble around hips far too shaped for displeasure. An uncomfortable feeling of suffocation around your neck from the collar, and you tug on it twice to try and loosen it. Eyes drifting down to the way the shirt also draped over your chest…
You let out a soft groan as you tucked the mirror back behind the door, eyes catching yourself one last time. Wearing a face, and a body, that just…didn’t feel your own.
The evening was supposed to go well. You’d been chiding yourself to live up to its expectations all week, knowing full well that you likely still would let both yourself, as well as your boyfriend, down.
He had gotten back this morning, and of course the first thing he’d done upon walking through that door, was to bring you into his arms. Holding you tight against his chest, one arm around your waist to draw soft shapes into your back, the other raised over your shoulder to gently hold the back of your head against his cheek. In that moment, his warmth, as well as his love, had bathed you in familiarity you’d so rarely feel when he was deployed. He loved you. Oh, how he loved you.
The glitter of the exchange melted away into a comfortable setting, by the time he’d kissed you. Smiling against your lips as he always did, with each little kiss across your lips, cheeks, and forehead. With one final kiss to the tip of your nose (“because it’s such a cute nose, sweet’art!”) and a stroke of his thumb across your cheek, he disappeared into the bedroom to shower and dress down to his casuals.
Which was how you got to where you are now, standing hiding from the mirror as though it were the monster in your closet, dressed in a shirt that felt too big, pants too long, fighting your hair without a mirror to prepare for a night in with your boyfriend.
You smile when he emerges from his shower, a towel held around his waist with a sheepish grin, walking past you to grab a set of clothes from his closet. You only watch, giving him a soft look. Eyes he’d fallen in love with long ago.
You loved him. He loved you. But oh, how you sometimes wished you could love yourself. The way he so shyly ducked back into the bathroom upon emerging in such undress…as though he had something to hide. He was beautiful, you thought. A beautiful man. With a warm smile and eyes that always seemed to carry with them a sense of ease. Soldier or not, sergeant or not…he was your Kyle. Your beautiful Kyle.
You look down at yourself again, bottom lip between your teeth. Pulling uselessly at the hem of your shirt, and tugging up the waistband of your pants. Awkwardly shuffling your feet as you glance up at the bathroom door. You hear shuffling, and the sound of the sink running so he could wash up his face. A routine you could recite with ease. You wondered how he could face that mirror so easily every time, sometimes just watching him get ready for his days, or for dates. In awe of how easy it seemed to him. An ease you wished you could possess as well.
The bathroom door opens, and your smile returns to your face. Hands at your sides, as though they weren’t just tugging at your clothes, or pushing around skin you’d grown to hate. Marks of old pain or old habits which had long since grown numb to your abrasive touch. A body you wished could just go numb with them sometimes.
You meet his eyes, and he meets yours. That smile on his lips lighting up the room, and he opens his arms for you again.
The glitter in his eyes just makes it so hard to tell him no.
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yooo-lets-go · 3 months
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soap simp folder THIS, soap simp folder THAT, the question IS: does Ghost take photos??
He does
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mindie-arts · 19 days
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Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*
This might be my new obsession-
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ramvur · 7 months
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Soap is lucky he's pretty
also i rly rly wanted to draw some of my fav kortac guys :) yes ik kortac is a pmc and they dont have a colonel
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Ghost, to Gaz, drunk out of his mind: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N Gaz: You're in love with Y/N? Ghost: Oops, sorry, my bad Ghost, leaning over to Y/N: Garrick thinks he knows everything but he has no idea I'm in love with Y/N Y/N: You're in love with me? Ghost: Ghost: Where the fuck is Johnny when I'm talking to him?
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rottenratking · 6 months
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They're doing it again. Send help.
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Simon never really lets his guard down, hence why he volunteered himself to be the designated driver whenever they all go out drinking. He knows his limits and is by no means a lightweight when it comes to handling his liquor. Sticking to a glass of whiskey or two for the night.
They always go to the same pub, a small cozy place about 10 minutes drive away from the base. Each time Simon and Price watch Soap, Gaz and Roach get progressively drunk as the night goes on and egging each on about who can take more shots then who and telling outlandish stories. Overall having a nice night off base.
Price is always the first one to head out and go home for the night, telling Simon to keep an eye on the boys and drive safe when they’re done. Simon nods before turning back to watch their silly drunk hooligans.
Simon decides its time to call it a night when it hits midnight if the boys hadn’t decided any time beforehand that they were ready to go back home.
Two out of five times, Simon ends up having to chase one of them down and wrangle them into the car. Most of those times, it's Roach who's the runner. There has been a number of occasions in which Roach has gotten on the hood of the car and declared himself the roach king and refused to get down unless Simon promised to catch him if he jumped down.
Gaz is mostly cooperative and usually ends up falling asleep in the car so Simon ends up carrying him to bed. Its very rare for Gaz to not be complaint when it comes to going home, Simon makes sure he's tucked in and has a water bottle for in the morning.
Soap is very 50/50 Simon has come to realize, depending on who’s side Soap has stuck by for more of the night helps Simon figure out how Soap is gonna behave that night. Bewteen a hyped up Soap and Roach, they can find themselves in chaos a lot sooner then what Simon wants, often describing the ordeal to Price as like trying to put two rowdy over grown toddlers to bed. Luckily for Simon, Soap greatly settles down once they're back in the liuetents quarters away from prying eyes. It only takes a couple minutes of cuddling before Soap is out like a light, curled up against Simon’s side.
Over all, Simon doesn't mind looking after the three, a way to show that he cares about them and loves them each in his own ways.
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reds-skull · 6 months
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Christmas comic in October? It's more likely than you think.
Also I would die for young Kyle and Simon
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deadunderorbit · 6 months
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minor MWIII spoilers
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them all shushing Shepherd had me rolling God
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milomossy · 7 days
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New Military Express headliner - Task Force 141
(ref ⬇️)
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klaart · 7 months
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The gangs all here👍
Edit:// hurt no comfort :)
Edit2: I lied part 2 is posted‼️
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yooo-lets-go · 4 months
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what would a drinking contest with the bois look like?
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Unforgettable
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