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dontyouworrydaddy · 10 months

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First of all, let me tell you about how much I love your blog and your writing style. Your fics quality is top notch and I giggle like an idiot every time I see a new post from you. So, if it's ok with you can you write about our favorite COD men (including daddy Konig and Simon) whose SO keeps getting texts from her asshole ex - some of them begging to take him back and others borderline threatening, like "who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?" etc. And our boys accidentally see these texts. How would they react to that situation? Thank you so much :)

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒

Task Force 141 (+König) x fem! reader

You have no idea how much I appreciate these kind words. Like you literally just made me CRY because I‘m so happy to hear that. You guys motivate me to keep writing fr🫶🏻🫶🏻😭 I love you so much and I‘m so thankful to you! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also I love the idea oh my god. I can imagine them being super mad at him and be like as soon as she’s sleeping I‘m gonna haunt that mf and be super caring and not leaving your side until you’re okay again. AHHHH I have so many ideas I can’t put them all into words😮‍💨😫😫

I hope you enjoy this fanfic! Thank you again for the kind words, I really do appreciate it❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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König

König found himself in a situation he hadn't anticipated. As he and you went about your daily lives, a series of text messages from your ex started flooding your phone. König couldn't help but catch glimpses of these messages, each one more distressing than the last.

I know you miss me

I still have that red dress from you…

You can stop acting like you don’t need me anymore and just come back ;)

You date insecure guys now? Wow Y/N… I mean I knew I was the best for you but I didn’t expect that low from you

I saw you the other day… You got a lot sexier ;))

I miss you so much baby. I love you…

They were filled with toxic words, attempting to undermine the happiness you had found with König.

Upon stumbling upon these messages, König's usually calm and composed demeanor wavered, replaced by a mix of concern and protectiveness. He couldn't fathom why someone would target you in such a hurtful way and it stirred a fire within him that burned with a fierce determination to shield you from harm.

His grip tightened around his phone as he confronted you, his voice laced with worry. "Schatz, what is this? Who is sending you these messages?" His eyes searched yours, a mix of anger and concern burning in their depths. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was more angry at himself because he feels like he failed as a boyfriend. His only mission is to make you feel comfortable and it feels like he failed at it. Because you didn’t talk to him…

You took a deep breath, realizing that the time had come to open up and share the painful truth. "It's my ex. He's been unable to let go and now he's trying to sabotage our relationship. I've been trying to handle it on my own, but it's becoming overwhelming."

The weight of your words settled between you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. König's protective instincts kicked into high gear as he reached out, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Liebling" he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you and together we'll navigate through this storm."

His words were like a balm to your soul, offering solace and reassurance in a world that felt suddenly tumultuous. You found strength in his unwavering support, knowing that you didn't have to battle your ex's toxicity alone.

With each new text that appeared on your phone, König became even more resolved to protect you. He devised a plan to confront your ex, making it clear that his attempts to sow discord and threaten your happiness would not be tolerated.

But König's reaction wasn't solely driven by anger. It was driven by love and a deep understanding of the pain you were experiencing. He knew that these messages were more than just words on a screen…they were emotional daggers that pierced your heart. And he will make sure that your ex will never bother you again. Trust him.

Simon Riley

In the midst of it all the chaos he‘s been through, there was you, a source of light and solace that gave his dead life light. The two of you navigated the challenges of life together, an unwelcome presence lingered, threatening to disrupt the tranquility you had built.

But you were constantly tormented by text messages from your ex Josh. The messages were a relentless barrage of mixed emotions, ranging from desperate pleas for reconciliation to menacing threats aimed at undermining your newfound happiness. It was a constant reminder of a past you were trying to move beyond. It was always him trying to manipulate you into leaving Simon and go back to him.

One fateful evening, as you lay beside Simon, your phone illuminated with yet another message from your ex. Simon, ever vigilant and protective, caught a glimpse of the text and as soon as he read the words "I still think about you when I’m on my bed alone", anger flashed in his eyes. He knew about your crazy ex.

Concern etched across his face as he realized the torment you had been enduring in silence. You turn your phone around and looked up at Simon. So many emotions were written on his face that made you tear up.

Carefully, Simon pulled you into his arms, offering a comforting embrace. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing as he reassured you that you were safe with him. In that moment, he became your shield, determined to protect you from the darkness that lurked in your past.

As you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you, Simon's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and anger. He couldn't bear to see you suffer any longer. Resolute, he rose from the bed, leaving you in peaceful slumber and made his way to confront the source of your personal torture.

Due to his Job, it was easy for him to find out where he was living. And with determination etched upon his features, Simon found himself standing outside your ex's residence. He had no intention of resorting to violence, but his presence alone was enough to unnerve the cowardly individual who had been preying on your vulnerability.

As the door swung open, revealing your ex's face, a mix of surprise and fear washed over him. Before he could utter a single word, Simon's voice rang out with authority. "Leave her alone mate. If you ever come near her again, you'll regret it. And I‘m not a man to play fucking games with"

Josh felt the weight of Simon's unwavering resolve, cowered beneath his gaze. Fear clouded his eyes as he stammered out a half-hearted apology. Without further hesitation, Simon turned on his heel and walked away, leaving your ex to contemplate the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, back at home, you stirred awake, finding Simon by your side, his gaze filled with comfort and love. Wordlessly, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close, and kissed your forehead with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," Simon whispered, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "You're safe with me. Always."

In that moment, you knew that Simon was not only your lover but your guardian, a force that would go to any lengths to shield you from harm. And as you drifted back into a peaceful sleep, your heart swelled with gratitude, knowing that you were truly cherished by the man who would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

John MacTavish

You felt a mixture of frustration and fear as your ex continued to invade your life. The messages ranged from desperate pleas for reconciliation to thinly veiled threats, designed to unsettle and intimidate you. The constant reminders of your past were enough to make anyone's heart race and palms sweat.

One chance. Please baby.

Are you really dating a scottish man? You‘ve sunk so low.

One evening, as you and John were relaxing together, the barrage of texts became too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, you pulled out your phone, revealing the string of toxic messages that had invaded your peaceful sanctuary.

I will have you back, I‘m waiting baby.

John's eyes widened as he read the manipulative words that spilled across the screen. Without hesitation, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He understood the fear and turmoil that consumed you and he was determined to be your shield, protecting you from the pain of your past. His voice, laced with a mixture of concern and determination, filled the room.

"Baby" John spoke softly, "I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that."

His comforting words and his strong embrace provided a temporary respite from the torment. As exhaustion claimed you, sleep finally descended upon your weary mind and body. Unbeknownst to you, John's resolve had been steeled.

As you slept, John quietly slipped away, his footsteps echoing with purpose as he made his way towards your ex's location. The darkness of the night seemed to amplify the intensity of his emotions. Anger simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a force ready to be unleashed upon the person who had dared to threaten the newfound happiness he shared with you.

John's arrival sent a shockwave through your ex's world. The smug arrogance that had permeated his messages quickly evaporated as he realized the true extent of John's determination. Fear replaced bravado, and he attempted to escape from the formidable soldier who now stood before him.

But there was no escape. John, fueled by a protective instinct, pursued your ex relentlessly, his presence an indomitable force that left no room for evasion. "Text my girl ever again and oh boy you wish your mom never gave birth to you" Cornered and overwhelmed, your ex succumbed to his fear and fled, leaving behind the remnants of a broken ego.

As John returned to your side, a mix of relief and admiration washed over him. The confrontation had served its purpose: to ensure your safety and send a clear message to anyone who dared to threaten your peace of mind.

You awoke to find John by your side, his features softened by the moonlight that filtered through the window. His eyes met yours, filled with a blend of tenderness and determination.

"He won't bother you again," John assured you, his voice unwavering. "I'll always protect you, no matter what."

In that moment, as you gazed into the depths of John's unwavering devotion, you knew that you were not alone. With him by your side, you felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

John Price

You had tried to move on from the toxic relationship that had left scars on your heart. But your ex refused to let go, bombarding you with text messages that ranged from desperate pleas to borderline threats. Each message chipped away at your sense of peace and security.

One evening, as you sat with John, sharing the burden of your past, a notification flashed across your phone screen. The words that appeared before you were a cruel reminder of the darkness that still lingered.

Who's that dude you're dating now? You think you can replace me that easily?

Your heart sank as you realized John had caught a glimpse of the message. The look in his eyes, a mix of concern and anger, mirrored the tumultuous emotions raging within you.

John's voice was steady, but determination laced his words. "Baby, I can't stand by and let this continue. He needs to understand that his behavior is unacceptable and that he must leave you alone."

A mix of fear and relief washed over you, knowing that John would go to such lengths to protect you. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I want to move on and leave this behind. But it’s getting so difficult" All night he did nothing but hold you as you cried because the memories kept adding up. And John did nothing but kiss and hold you the entire night.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, John prepared to leave for what appeared to be a simple grocery shopping.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you waited, anxiety and anticipation mingling within you. Hours passed and just when doubt threatened to seep into your thoughts, you heard the familiar sound of John's footsteps approaching the door.

His face bore the signs of a confrontation, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. John took you in his arms, holding you tightly, as if to shield you from the remnants of the past that clung to your spirit.

"He won't bother you again" he whispered, his voice filled with an unyielding resolve. "I made it clear that his actions were unacceptable. He knows the consequences if he dares to cross that line." and you knew that he went over and made it clear to him to never text you ever again.

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of gratitude and relief streaming down your cheeks. You gazed into John's eyes, overwhelmed by the love and protection he offered so selflessly.

"I don't know how to thank you, John," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "You've given me a sense of safety and peace that I thought I had lost forever."

His grip tightened, his voice a comforting reassurance. "You don't have to thank me, my love. It's what love does. It protects and empowers. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

Kyle Garrick

You stood there, reading the text messages that illuminated your phone screen, each word like a dagger to your heart. The messages from your ex, filled with desperation and anger were a painful reminder of a past you desperately wanted to forget. His words were like poison, seeping into your thoughts and threatening to unravel the happiness you had found with Kyle. The man you want to share your life with.

Just as you were about to put your phone away, hoping to bury the unsettling messages deep within your mind, you heard a gasp from behind you. Turning, you saw Kyle, his eyes fixated on the screen, his face a mix of concern and anger.

"Love?" he murmured, his voice laced with sympathy and a fire burning within, "I didn't realize you were going through this. I'm so sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain of the messages threatening to overwhelm you. But Kyle, ever the steadfast protector, closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His words, infused with a fierce protectiveness, resonated within you. As he held you close, you felt a sense of safety and reassurance wash over you, erasing the fear and uncertainty that had plagued your heart.

Days passed and Kyle prepared for his next mission, a dangerous assignment that would take him away from you for a while. But before he left, he made a promise to himself, and to you. He would confront your ex, ensuring that he never dared to disturb your peace again.

As he set out on his mission, he carried with him the weight of your trust and the burning desire to protect you from harm. And when the time came, bruised and battered, he sought out your ex, determined to make him understand the consequences of his actions.

Face to face, Kyle confronted the man who had caused you so much pain, his eyes ablaze with an unwavering resolve. Your ex, taken aback by the sight of Kyle's injuries, cowered before him, realizing the severity of his actions. He pleaded for mercy, promising to leave you alone for good.

Kyle’s voice filled with an authority that brooked no argument, made it clear that any further harassment or threat would be met with severe consequences.

When he finally returned home, weary but determined, you met him at the door. The weight of the past seemed to dissolve as he enveloped you in his arms, the warmth of his embrace erasing the remnants of fear and doubt. In that moment, you knew that together, you could face anything.

After seeing him all bruised up but with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. In his embrace, you found healing. The scars of the past fading into insignificance compared to the love that bloomed between you. Together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, fortified by the strength of your bond and the knowledge that no matter what, you were not alone.

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mockerycrow · 11 months

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— "please don't tell me we we fell asleep like this." with gaz would be so 🤭🤭

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—“Please don’t tell me we fell asleep like this.”— With Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Summary: You and Kyle went out drinking together and came back to base together, crashing in your room for the night—however, Kyle doesn’t remember much of what happened.

[WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol + consumption, fluff.]

When you finally wake up from passing out last night, you wish you hadn’t. The pulsing pain bouncing around in your skull, along with the twisting sensation inside of your stomach. Your eyeballs feel like they want to pop out of your head, and you groan to cover them as if too much light is being let into the room. Your fingers wipe away the crust that formed on your waterline and eyelids overnight before you rest your head back down—and then you jolt ever so slightly when you realize you’re on top of something that’s moving and breathing. Your eyes flutter open and you squint at what’s under you, whatever is breathing so softly.

You can’t help the lazy smile that appears on your lips, your head tilting at the sight of his sleeping form. Kyle’s lips are parted ever so slightly and he doesn’t have an inch of tension in his features. You glance down at where you’re laying on top of him and you realize your legs are intertwined and his hand is twisted into the fabric of your shirt, like he’s been holding on all night. Your face feels hot from how clingy he seems to be but before you think anything else, a painful pulse vibrates through your head, earning a choked groan with your eyelids fluttering. You then sigh and lift your wrist to read your watch, which reads “0938”. Your eyes widen but before you can freak out, the sleeping man beneath you wakes up with a cute close lipped noise.

Kyle straighten his legs out and stretches, letting out a tight breath of air afterwards. His eyes flutter open and they remain on you for a second before recognition kicks in, his eyes widening. “Wha..” Kyle trails off and sits up ever so slightly, glancing around the room, noticing that it’s your quarters on base. He groans and lays back down, a hand going to his face. “Morning.” You murmur with a raspy voice—God, you need water. Kyle chuckles and peaks at you between his fingers. “Please don’t tell me we fell asleep like this.” You can’t help the smile that curls on your face again, using one hand to lean up so you can slide off of him and the bed. “Mhm, we did.” You respond, yawning as you sit up. You untangle yourself from him and swing your legs over the edge of the bed.

“Motrin and water?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder. “Motrin and water.” Kyle confirms with a squint to his gaze.

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wickwackity · 1 year

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rb if u love gaz <3

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kitkatscabinet · 7 months

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Whumptober 01 - Blood-Covered Hands

Kyle Garrick x reader

Warnings: blood

There had been so much blood. You’d seen blood before, had bled a substantial amount yourself over the years, but nothing could top the stains that still covered you. You’re covered in it, covered in the life essence of your teammate as the medics quickly usher you out of the way.

They'd had to establish that none of the blood was yours, but given that you were standing you'd been ruled as less important than the man whose guts you'd been holding in for the past 10 minutes.

Time blurred as you blindly walked, eyes unseeing, it isn't until the sound of running water reaches your ears that you realise you've somehow made it to the bathroom.

The blood has long since dried, congealing and flaking where less of the crimson liquid had managed to stain the skin of your arms and shirt. Your hands, still shaking, however, have fared the worst. Clumsily you push your hands under the running water, scrubbing and scratching desperately at your skin.

You scrub and scrub and scrub furiously at your skin with increasing vigour. Yet no matter how hard you try the red won’t fade, and the blood won’t go away.

You can't breathe. Can't see anything except the red.

Suddenly there are hands grasping yours, pulling them from under the stream and stopping you from scrubbing.

"Hey, hey! calm down, look at me." The words only registered distantly, the hands moved to grab your face forcing you to look at them. It takes a few more seconds but eventually, your vision clears.

"Gaz?" it comes out as a sob, your body slumping against his as the fight practically drained from you. Gently he pulled you into his arms, holding up your weight as you cried against his chest.

"Wait, the blood" you gasped, trying to pull away but he hooked one of his hands around the back of your head and pushed you against his collarbone.

"There's no blood. It's gone, I promise." He hushed you, holding you against him until your sobs died down and your breathing evened out.

Slowly, when he felt as if you'd calmed down enough, he took your hands in his all the while making sure your gaze never focused too long on them and led you towards his room.

Handing you some of his clothes he turned to leave in an attempt to give you privacy, instinctively your hand darted out to stop him. "Please don't leave... just... turn around" you begged, tense muscles only relaxing when he nodded.

The shirt smelled like him, the soft cotton sitting comfortably on your skin. "You can turn around now," you whispered to him, clutching at your bloody clothes uncertainly. Gently, he took your clothes and directed you to sit on his bed, telling you to wait for him to return.

The moment he disappeared from your sight your thoughts started to spiral once more. You wondered how many people you’d put in this position. How many loved ones had mourned over the bloody corpses of the people you killed?

Just before you could start to scratch the skin off your hands once more Gaz was there, kneeling before you with a wet cloth. Gently he ran the warm towel over your skin, catching the last bits of flaked blood that you had missed.

"You're ok, everything's going to be ok" he cooed, throwing the cloth somewhere into the corner of his room and rising to sit next to you on the mattress. Gently, because he was always gentle with you, he took your hands in his once more. The action draws your attention down to your entwined fingers, a screech leaving your throat as you saw it.

The blood.

It was still staining your hands, the sticky liquid clinging to your skin and refusing to come off. "No, no, no, it won't come off. Why won't it come off!" you wailed, attempting to pull away from Kyle, but he refused to let go. Leaving you to do nothing but watch as the blood trailed down over your fingers and onto his.

It took multiple calls of your name before Kyle managed to pull your attention towards him once more. "There's no blood. Listen to me," he grasped your face, "do you trust me?" Blinking hazily you slowly nodded, the sounds of your shaky breaths filling the space. "Then trust me when I say there's no blood. There's no blood ok?"

Eventually, you manage to nod, croaking your ascent. The exhaustion of the day finally settled into your bones, a deep weariness that threatened to suffocate you. If not for Gaz, it probably would have. Like a puppet with its strings cut you allowed him to manoeuvre you into his bed, pulling you to rest against him and covering you with his blanket.

Surrounded by his scent and warmth you were finally able to calm down, eyes shuttering as you succumbed to sleep. And every time you awoke with panic in your veins and a scream on your lips Gaz was there to reassure you, keeping your mind off the blood.

#x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #whumptober #cod mw x reader #cod mw gaz #gaz x reader #whumptober 2023

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anjelagarrick · 10 months

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saviour

kyle “gaz” garrick/reader

summary: you get shot whilst saving your boyfriend.

tags: established relationship, secret relationships, near death experiences, strangulation, attempted stabbing, guns/gunshot wounds, angst with comfort, eventual fluff

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YOUR LUNGS ARE heaving desperately, you’ve never ran so fast in your life. Soldiers are everywhere, you need to get away. Kyle’s behind you, making sure you’re not stumbling as he sprints as well. Rounding a corner, you pull him into a building, closing the door behind him with haste. “Fuck…” you whisper, backing away carefully. Heavy boots track past, you both share a glance, holding your breaths as the soldiers pass by. Finally, it goes quiet, and you both exhale with relief. “C’mon… maybe there’s some stuff in this house.” You tell him, gently touching his arm in passing. “Right.” His eyes follow you, finally moving away as he slowly sweeps through the house.

As soon as he knows it’a relatively safe downstairs, he heads upstairs, grabbing his radio. “Captain? Laswell?” He calls out, hoping one of them will respond. “Gaz, is Pagan with you?” Price asks, the use of your call sign throws him for a bit of a loop. “Yeah- yeah, she is. We’re fine, taking shelter in a house.” He responds, shining a flashlight into the bathroom attached to a bedroom. Nothing. “Good. Sit tight for a little while, we’re still getting confirmation on evac.” The Captain tells him, Kyle nods. “That’s fine. I think we’ll be okay for a while.” Kyle glances at the decor in the room, stomach twisting with a sombre feeling. “Stay strong, son. We’ll be home soon.” Price promises, signing off. Turning off his radio, Gaz continues his sweep. He can hear you walking downstairs, the sound rather reassuring to him. As he opens a door, a body slams against it, knocking him over with an oomph. A man launches himself onto Kyle, knife threatening to plunge into his chest- quickly, he grabs the soldier’s wrists, squeezing tightly as he tries to resist. With a quick movement, he smacks the knife away- it clatters against the hallway floor. Not giving up, the man wraps his hands around Gaz’s neck. With a new desperation, he scratches at the man’s wrists, hoping that he’d pull away, yet the enemy doesn’t budge.

You hear the commotion, racing upstairs, gun in hand. “Gaz-!” You yell, slamming your side against the stranger atop your boyfriend. The two of you tumble, you land roughly upon your shoulder as your own knife slips from your holster and skids away. Turning, you go to get up, yet the soldier is locked onto you like a wild animal- desperate to live. His gun is pulled, your eyes widen as a loud gunshot silences the house. You stumble back down, gasping a little in shock. “Y/n!” Kyle yells, voice raspy as he shoots the soldier. Panting, he rushes to you; stumbling to your side. “Hey, hey- it’s okay. You’re fine.” He whispers, pressing his hands over yours. The bullet had hit your sternum, your eyes were as wide as saucers; gazing at the ceiling. Shakily, Gaz grabs his radio, lifting it to his lips. “Captain-!” He pauses to wheeze a little, lungs still burning.

“Kyle, what’s wrong?” Price asks immediately, clearly worried at the sound of distress in the young sergeant’s voice. “Y/n got shot..! I need you here now!” He begs, hearing some immediately movement on the captain’s side. “Where are you? What’s the address?” Price demands, moving quickly. “Uh- a house on main street. I didn’t check, but there’s a red pickup truck in the driveway.” Kyle informs him, “Please, just get here quick!” He adds on, dropping his radio to continue aiding you. “Kyle-“ you choke out, taking deep, shaky breaths. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He responds, tears welling in his eyes. “I don’t wanna die.” You whimper, eyes meeting his; you’re scared, he is too. “You won’t. I promise you, baby. I promise! You’re gonna be fine.” Kyle responds, moving one of his hands to gently brush against your cheek; a smudge of red smearing against your skin.

“Remember that date we had planned?” He asks, a humourless laugh escaping him. “Yeah…” you respond, stomach rising with another shaky breath. “We’re still going, right?” Kyle smiles, it’s weak and quivering. “Kyle…” you mumble, voice dejected. “The coffee shop, your favourite. You promised you’d take me. You can’t break that promise, baby- you can’t..!” Gaz leans down, kissing your forehead softly. “Kyle- I don’t think.. i’m gonna get out of this one.” You whisper, wincing in pain. “No- you’re gonna be fine!” Kyle can feel tears running down his cheeks, yet he ignores them. Moving your hands, you let Kyle press over your wound, palm finding its place upon his cheek. “Baby, c’mon now…” you whisper, a shaky smile on your lips as your own tears escape you. As you gently stroke his cheekbone, a trail of blood stains his skin, marking him. “You’re gonna be fine- we’re gonna go get drinks, like you said.” Kyle responds stubbornly. “Kyle, baby. Be reasonable- i’m losing blood fast-“ you pause, wheezing roughly. “The captain is quite far away, we don’t know where he is or if we’re even getting an evac.” You add on, saddened eyes trying to comfort him. Kyle feels terrible, he should be consoling you.

“Just- save your energy, baby. You need it.” He whispers, palms trying to stop the blood flow. “I love you, Kyle.” You mumble, voice growing weaker, quieter. “And I love you more, just take deep breaths. You need to save your strength.” He responds, breaths harsh as he tries to calm himself. You hum, hand moving from his cheek, smearing the blood that was already there. “Baby?” Kyle mutters, examining your face. You seem more relaxed, sleepy. “Babe, this isn’t funny. C’mon.” He begs, hearing the front door fly open. He doesn’t know if it’s Price or enemy soldiers that had heard the shots, and he didn’t care as he goes numb; moving to cradle you. “Y/n, please.” He begs, shaking you lightly. Your head rolls a little, resting against his arm- as if you were peacefully asleep. “Y/n..!” He begs, at this point not even hearing the footsteps running up the stairs.

“Move, kid, let me see.” Price gently pushes Kyle away, kneeling beside you. Kyle shuffles away, back pressing against the wall as he stares at you. Price is observing you, fingers pressing to your pulse as he presses a kitchen towel to your wound. “She’s going into shock…” he mutters, glancing to Kyle. “Get some pillows from the bedroom.” He commands, Kyle blinks before getting up, rushing into the bedroom. He returns, handing it to the captain and watching him slip the cushion under your legs. “Is she gonna be okay?” He asks, voice wavering slightly. Price looks at you, then gives Gaz a knowing look. “She’ll be fine, son.” He responds. “How do you know?” The younger man questions, voice shaky. “Trust me, I know. Pagan is strong, you don’t have to worry.” Price is careful as to remove your helmet as well as any restrictive gear, putting it aside. “Is evac coming?” Kyle whispers, eyes staring at you. Your skin has lost pigment due to blood loss; Kyle feels sick at the sight. “Yeah, they’ll be here soon.”

Kyle sits, completely silent as he watches your chest struggle to rise and fall- raspy breaths escaping your nose. Clenching his jaw, he looks away, letting his eyes close as he listens to you; it was unbearable. Price glances at the sergeant, then back to you, exhaling slowly through his nose. “Gaz.” He speaks, bringing the younger man back to him. “Go get a thin blanket, just to prevent her going cold.” Price’s voice is more gentle, he knows that Kyle is hurting. “Yes, sir.” Getting up again, he retreats into a bedroom to collect a soft blanket. As he comes back, he watches as Price talks to you. “You’re gonna be alright, lass. You’re in good hands.” He mutters, accepting the blanket and draping it over you. “Can she hear us?” Kyle asks, watching his captain as he mulls it over. “I’d like to think so, son.”

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Hours have never felt so long. Kyle is sat beside you, eyelids drooping with exhaustion. His hand is knitted into yours, refusing to let go, no matter how clammy his palm felt. Kyle watches you, your breathing is more steady, but you’re yet to wake up. It had been seventeen hours, you had showed no signs of stirring; and no one around could pry Kyle away from you. He’d been beside you since you got here- he hadn’t even washed your blood from his face, arguing with everyone- even snapping at Price and Laswell when they suggested he take a break. He didn’t care if they found out, he wasn’t about to leave you. It was his fault you were in this state- deep down he was terrified that you wouldn’t wake up. He wanted to be there, for any outcome.

“Come on, baby.” Kyle mumbles into the silence, adjusting his chair so he could look at you better in the dim room. “You can’t do this to me… please, wake up.” He adds on, raising your hand to give it a soft kiss, keeping it there for a moment. “I can’t lose you. Please wake up.” He begs, voice beginning to waver as tears well up in his eyes. Kyle takes a deep breath, lowering your hand once more. “Baby, please!” Leaning down a little, his elbows press to the stiff mattress beside you, head in one hand as he cradles your own hand against his cheek. His tears drip, wetting your skin as well as his own. A low, raspy hum disturbs him. “Don’t cry.” You mumble, voice very hoarse as you move your hand to gently wipe his cheeks. “Oh- fuck, y/n- baby..! Oh God.” He let’s out a huge breath of relief, leaning in to kiss you firmly. “You’re okay!” He adds on, much happier tears escaping him. “I’m fine.” You nod, a weak smile on your lips. Gaz takes a few deep breaths, calming himself as he cradles your head, pressing some kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. “Kyle- please..!” You laugh, it splutters into coughs as you gently push him away. “Sorry- i’m just… i’m so happy you’re okay.” He mutters, hugging you instead.

You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around him whilst being careful of your IV. “Deep breaths.” You whisper, rubbing his back slowly as you close your eyes once more. You’re still tired, very tired, but you wanted to console your boyfriend. Kyle follows your words, soothing himself as he stops himself from squeezing you too tightly. “The captain helped you. I didn’t even know you went into shock.” He laughs meekly as he pulls away. “Kyle.” You deadpan, hand wiping the dry blood from his cheek. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, taking a soft breath after. The bandages didn’t make breathing easy, yet you didn’t particularly care. “I… it’s just- you could of died saving me..! I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if-“ you sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips to hush him.

“It’s not your fault. I did what I had to.” You whisper, letting him ease you to a more comfortable position sitting up. “But you shouldn’t of had to do it..!” Kyle argues softly. “Kyle, baby. I know you can handle yourself, but… I wanna help when I can. This is something that could happen any time, you know that. I can’t just sit by as you’re being hurt..! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t help you.” You try to joke, letting your fingers slip between his once more. “I don’t want you to die because of me.” Kyle whispers, eyes still glassy as he looks at you. “I’m still here, aren’t I?” You point out, smiling slightly. “Yeah… but I… I can’t go through this again, baby.” He glances away. “Hey. It’s part of the job. It’s not my first time in here, you know that.” You lift your hand to gently swipe a tear upon his cheek. “But it’s your first time being shot..!” Your boyfriend argues, looking back at you. You stay silent at the harsh tone, watching him gather himself. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be upset with you.” He exhales, you smile, kissing his lips gently.

“It’s alright, baby. Just try and relax, okay? I’m fine.” You respond, leaning your head on his shoulder as he hugs you. “We still going to the coffee shop?” You ask, tracing your fingertips over his forearm gently. “Of course, baby. My treat.” Gaz responds, kissing your forehead. “Good. You’ll love it there.” You smile softly, voice growing more tired. “Get some rest.” Kyle mumbles, slowly laying you down to prevent any strain. “Lay with me?” You reach out, grasping his arm, thumb rubbing his skin softly. “Are you fit for that?” Kyle asks anxiously, resting his hand over yours. “Of course I am. Besides, I need you here.” You admit quietly, shuffling over to make room upon the hospital bed. Kyle slips his boots off to prevent dirtying the sheets as well as his gear so he could be more comfortable, slowly lying down beside you. You roll onto your side, adjusting the IV pole carefully so it didn’t tug when you curled your arms around your lover. Kyle hugs you, squeezing you firm enough that it was comfortable but not too hard to hurt. “G’night, baby.” You mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck. Kyle let’s his chin rest atop your head. “Night, baby.” He responds, letting himself relax fully as you fall asleep.

Within the early hours of the morning, Price stops by, peering in to check if Gaz is still there. He freezes, the sight of the two of you curled up around each other was not what he was expecting. The light from the hallway seeps in, and you raise your head sleepily to see who was there. “Sorry,” Price mumbles, giving you a dismissive wave. You hum, head moving back to Kyle’s shoulder as you readjust yourself, getting more comfy. With as much carefulness as he can, he takes a picture for Kate to see later before slowly closing the door. A smile spreads on his lips as he shakes his head. “Kids.” He mutters, heading out of the medical wing.

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konigsblog · 10 months

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thinking VERY hard about retired price, who takes it easy after 20+ years of keeping his body in constant shape, letting himself put on some pudge and achieve the Ultimate Dadbod!!! i just know he smells so good and musky after doing lawnwork (and other dad activities) outside in the summer i KNOW it :((((( theres just so much of him to love!!!!<3

bonus points if youre his neighbor and have memorized his schedule so you know EXACTLY when that man goes to mow the lawn and get all sweaty and musky and even more sweaty. need him to go from outside straight to the bedroom to put his entire body on me as he puts me in a mating press and drains his musky balls in me :((((((

the hot, boiling sun heating up his body, sweat forming and glistening on his skin, dripping from his forehead as he continued to mow your lawn for you. you couldn't deny it; you had a crush on him, it felt silly, as if you were a teenager again and crushing on your classmate. he's older than you, you're in your early 20s whilst he's in his early 50s, the agegap feeling like taboo.

but you can't help it :(( you didn't think he would feel the same, but when you offered money for helping you out, he seemed to have other ideas. your back pressed against the material of your couch, his length thrusting into you roughly, the tip of his cock slamming into you with such force it knocked the wind from your lungs.

your legs trembling with your arousal, slick running down your thighs, gasping for air as he continued to rut into you. his beard scratching at your neck, leaving hickeys along your skin, cum spurting from the tip of his dick, draining his musky balls and filling you sososo nicely with his potent semen :(((

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jasmineqw · 14 days

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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.

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t01s0 · 1 year

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BOO! I am a Ghost >:) (I am just joking! I am still alive.. this account is not dead… yet)

#call of duty #cod mwii #codmw2022 #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #cod mw gaz

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harveywritings92 · 11 months

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R/n, to Ghost: So... When were you planning on telling me you’re a vampire?

Ghost: Honestly, I was kind of under the impression that you already knew... You know... given your own nature.

R/n:...My what?

Ghost: Don’t play coy, yer a vamp too.

R/n: Uh, no I’m not.

Ghost: Yes, the hell you are I can smell it.

Soap [werewolf]: I think yer nose is broken.

König [werebear]: Ja, she’s a Vere-animal like us!

Soap: Right!

R/n: Wait, y-You guys are-

Gaz [Elf]: No! Your all wrong, look at that point on her ears! she’s obviously an Elf!

R/n, fidgets with her ears: My ears???...an Elf? What-

[R/n looks at everyone baffled that they were all monsters, as the monster men bicker with each other on what she was, Price does the smart move and just takes R/n to a fairy doctor to figure it all out.]

R/n, glaring down at her results: What the hell?! This is bull-crap dude!

[Turns out R/n is a chimera. But instead of inheriting all the badass powers and monsters features from her supernatural DNA donors the genes cancelled each other out; making her no different from any other human...]

#S: Write-it-motherfuckers #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #call of duty kortac #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #call of duty x reader #monster au #cod mw ghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw soap #call of duty könig #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw gaz #cod mw price #afab reader #chimera! reader

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rv3rblog · 8 months

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alpha!gaz courting you based on this and this :p

warnings: abo talk, possessive nature, smut ? phone sex

nsfw (ish) under the cut !! 18+ mdni !!

kyle is absolutely nervous when you first agree to the courting. he spends all night researching what is right for a courting gift even calls price asking him for advice.

it isn’t until he continues researching that he realizes, he’s been courting you all along and it throws him off.

he sits there, blinking at his computer screen and grumbles upset that he could’ve known this earlier if he was just a tad bit braver.

nonetheless, he shows up to your place that afternoon with flowers in his hands and some sweets.

he can smell your scent sweeten at the sight of him, like it always did and he can’t believe how dumb and oblivious he’s been.

he scents you as soon as you let him in.

“need you smelling like me daring, can’t have anyone thinking you’re free for the taking.”

he is SO possessive it’s insane.

always has a hand around your waist or shoulder. if his scent starts to weaken even slightly he pulls you into an alleyway and scents you (makes you scent him back, loves smelling like you)

a little bit more into the courting process he gives you some clothing for you to add to your nest.

he always did so, even before properly clothing you but now he just can without there being any reason.

he loves seeing how shy you get when your heat nears and you awkwardly ask him for something that smells strongly like him.

he shows up with his bed sheets, a part of him wanting to give you his briefs for you to smell him, his desire for you during your heat but decided against it.

he shows up a day before your heat is supposed to hit and scents you deeply, nipping at your scent gland which makes you whimper and almost beg him to stay to help you during your heat but you guys hadn’t talked about it yet so you dont.

you call him in a heat daze and whine into the phone as you touch yourself.

“want you alpha,” you whine breathlessly. “need your knot mmf- alpha please.”

he isn’t fully caught off guard but he stays on the line with you, helping you through your heat.

“my poor omega,” he coos.

you whine.

“what’s wrong omega?” he asks.

“want you- keep.. mmf fuck- keep thinking it’s you touching me but ‘m not-”

“your fingers aren’t enough aren’t they baby?”

you shake your head as you whine childishly.

“they can’t please you baby?” he says cockily.

under any normal circumstance you would’ve told him to quite it and stop being so cocky however, this wasn’t a normal circumstance.

“alpha.”

“my omega, so needy. you want my fingers baby?”

“mhm.”

“want me to stretch you for my knot? want me to slowly stretch you out with my cock don’t you darlin’ hm? need me that bad don’t you?”

he chuckles into the phone which makes you whine loudly.

“so needy. such a needy omega,” he coos. “i’d take you slowly. make you cum on my tongue before even fingering you. even then-” the breath he lets out is shaky. “i’d make you cum two, maybe three times before i feed you my cock.”

his words make you moan loudly, whining into your phone that you’re close. he keeps talking, urging you to cum. he praises you as you moan his name, moan for him.

he stays on the line as you fall asleep for now, your heat only just beginning.

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dontyouworrydaddy · 9 months

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Hii!! Could you write 141 boys + konig reacting to seeing the reader smoke?? Would they be concerned, would they ignore it??

ꮪꮇꮻꮶꮖɴꮐ ꮶꮖꮮꮮꮪ, ᏼꮜꭲ ꮃꭼ ꮃꭼꭱꭼ ᏼꮻꭱɴ ꭲꮻ ꭰꮖꭼ

ꭺɴꭹꮃꭺꭹ

Task Force 141 (+König) + gn! reader

I‘m so happy I get to write this because I had this in my mind for such a long time😩 I just know that Price and Ghost would smoke with reader. Thank you so so much for the ask 💘💘 Hope you love it <3

Also to the smokers here, do y‘all also have to listen to that one song so you can smoke in peace or is it just me?😭

p.s: I tried a new writing style. I kinda like it..🤞🏻💕

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It was after a tough mission and you really needed a cigarette to calm down. You can’t remember the last time you had your last cigarette.

It was Ghost who first saw you smoking. To be honest he didn’t expect it. But he isn’t surprised.

"You smoke?" he asks you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and nod. He sits next to you and starts lighting up his own cigarette. For the first time you got a peak of Simon Riley, the mysterious man.

He doesn’t judge you. He knows smoking is bad. But the reason why you smoke is worse.

Ghost became your smoking buddy. You‘d never go and smoke without him and he wouldn’t let a cigarette touch his lips if you’re not there.

The next person who noticed that you smoke was König. He was searching for you because he wanted to ask you where you left the documents and as he looked out of the window, he saw you sitting there, in the dark, completely alone. And he noticed the cigarette in your hand, too.

He didn’t know if he should go out and ask you and act like he doesn’t care or noticed that you smoke. But he was scared you‘d tell him that he’s getting unprofessional, even through he knows you wouldn’t say that.

He decides to go out and ask you about the documents. After getting an answer from you, he suddenly let’s the question slip out of his mouth. He was ready to apologize, in case he insulted you in any way.

You let out a chuckle, surprising him completely and decide to tell him your story on how you decided to smoke and why you can’t stop. He listens until the very end and apologizes anyway.

"It’s okay, Kö. Thank you" he didn’t get why you thanked him but he decided to not ask.

Soap and Gaz noticed when they were on their way to annoy you. You just finished smoking and were on your way to make yourself a coffee. They both tapped your shoulder and were ready to ask you the most stupidest question but a scent on you caught their attention.

"You smoke?" Gaz was the first to ask. They were both surprised that you smoke. They all thought you would never touch a cigarette. But clearly they were wrong. Soap doesn’t ask you anything. He is probably sad that you don’t talk to them about your problems and feel like you need to calm down yourself with a cigarette. You tell them it’s just because you want to feel anything. They don’t annoy you any further.

Gaz kinda wishes you stop smoking and try talking to them about stuff that bothers you or find anything that keeps you far away from cigarettes.

John Price is the last one to notice. He doesn’t judge or ask you any questions. He silently sits down next to you and lights up his own cigarette, smoking next to you. He knows he can’t change the fact that you smoke or take your pain away. But he hoped he can make you feel like you’re not alone.

He tries to smoke with you as often as he can. He is scared to let you alone with your thoughts.

Price is definitely trying to make you feel comfortable and appreciate without saying a word.

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