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mockerycrow · 4 months

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photos from my kyle gaz garrick inspo pinterest board !

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lunarw0rks · 8 months

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dating gaz would have you constantly looking over your shoulder

it’s almost fearful for you at this point;

you, bending over to reach something, or leaning over a piece of furniture… and then recieving the most earth-shattering, bass booming slap on your ass.

it so loud it bounces off the walls.

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the-whispers-of-death · 25 days

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I'm angry again bc people keep replacing Gaz with König and Keegan (EVEN THO THEY'RENOTIN THE 141 AND KEEGAN IS NOT EVEN IN MODERN WARFARE), so Bear!reader with Gaz?

I feel like Gaz would be unable to function around Bear!reader

Bear!reader flirts with Gaz and Gaz goes home and screams into his pillow like a little girl

They're still doing that? I really thought people were starting to stop doing that, but I suppose I had more faith in the fandom than I should've. But yes, I love Gaz! So Bear!Reader with Gaz!

I feel like Gaz, the sweetheart he is, is usually the one who buys the flowers and gifts for his partners in previous relationships. But you, in all your tallness and largeness, is taking care of him for the first time ever in his life. Of course, he's independent, you both know that, but that doesn't mean Gaz doesn't deserve to be pampered!

You're both able to be vulnerable with each other, never judging the other for not being strong all the time. That being said, he giggles when you show that you can pick him up. He absolutely adores it and it's the quickest way to make him melt.

Also, I feel like he's similar to Stone in that you can't shave your beard. He'd act like you committed the ultimate betrayal.

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chamomiletealeaf · 2 months

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Quick rant. I saw a fic that included Gaz fully and someone reposted it with their own rewrite and the first thing it said in the author’s note was:

“Btw sorry, I don’t write for Gaz.”

How the fuck, are you gonna rewrite someone’s fic and include every character EXCEPT the only black character?

I understand not writing for certain characters, but not even trying to learn about the character and not even bothering to mention them at least???? And the only black character is the one you don’t write for???? Gtfo of here.

Don’t write for the Task Force if you’re gonna exclude Gaz and replace him with König.

If you do this or defend this fucking block me. I don’t tolerate fucking racists on this page. Get the fuck out of here.

#call of duty #rant #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #i love gaz #don’t be fucking racist

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just-another-siimp · 1 year

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Warning: Unwanted advances, alcohol, gaz being cute?

Alcohol or 'liquid courage' as you had once called it, right before downing a shot of Tequila ignoring how Soap laughed as you briefly stumbled over to where Gaz sat with the Captain. They both looked at you, equally amused neither as buzzed as you were. That night he'd walked you home, jacket wrapped around bare shoulders and fingers intertwined as he attempted to stop you from straying too far off the cobbled path.

Both of you stood at the entrance to your apartment, talking softly about how the next few days of leave would be spent. It was hard not to admire his handsome features, how his lips looked oh so kissable under the starchy white lights of your apartment complex. Drunkenly you'd confessed your feelings for him, heart hammering hard in your chest as he smiled at you.

"If you weren't drunk right now I'd believe you." The statement sobered you up, suddenly aware of just how close his lips were to yours.

"It's the truth." You confessed, voice barely audible as he closed the distance lips brushing gently against your own as if he was waiting for you to pull away. When you didn't he surged forward, kissing you with a passion that left your knees week. He consumed you then and there, swallowing you whole in his embrace and you'd let him. A million times over you'd let him.

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Months later you stood at the same bar, patiently waiting for Gaz to arrive. Far too sober to cope with the asshole who had been chatting you up all night. He smelt solely of lynx Africa as though he bathed in it before going out, it was overwhelming to say the least.

Leaning against the bar a bored expression was hidden by your rather amused grin, except you weren't smiling at him you were being entertained by the faces Soap was making at you. He and Ghost had been watching the interaction from afar, either of them could easily come and scare the bloke away but they didn't.

They knew you could handle yourself, except their intervention wasn't needed. Not yet anyway. Instead they found entertainment, placing bets on who would intervene first. You or Gaz who had just walked through the door.

"So babygirl.. how about you and I ditch this place? Maybe find a hotel.. have some fun." He slurred, attempting to wink at you.. well you thought it was an attempted wink. Gripping the bar you leaned back, smile dropping from your features as you shot him a dead panned look.

"I've already told you. I'm taken." There was an edge to your voice, annoyance quick to surface as he leaned closer to you.

"Stop playing hard to get baby, bow let me show you a good time." It had been a long day, patients had worn thin and threatened to snap. Especially as his hand brushed against your thigh causing you to recoil, your hand was moving on instinct grasping your mostly untouched glass of whiskey.

Your next action was unclear, would you pour it over him or smash the glass over his head. It was a real shame that no one would know.

The anger that clouded your vision had dissipated, the scent of cologne you'd bought Gaz as a present filling your senses. Arm reaching around you, gentle hand grasping your wrist keeping the glass from moving any further. Kyle's body pressed against yours, warmth intoxicating as he pressed his lips to your cheek bone in a tender show of affection.

"Sorry, Dove didn't mean to keep you waiting." There was a tone of possessive within the pet name, it made your cheeks warm. Across from you Chad.. no Brad? had gone deathly still, shrinking under Kyle's harsh gaze. "This guy bothering you?"

"I was just lea-"

"I'm not talking to you." Gaz looked down at you, waiting for you to answer. Before you could open your mouth the spot next to you was empty, previous bother now gone. Kyle's hand released your wrist, trailing along your back and shoulders before grasping your opposite hand. A tender action.

"Thanks for saving me." The glass now raised to your lips, warmth of the alcohol washing away the tension that had held you at gunpoint just moments before.

"Didn't mean to take so long, Price and I were talking about Las Almas." He explained, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. "There are some new training issues we'll have to work on."

"We?" You asked softly, squeezing his hand in return.

"Yeah, but that's tomorrows issue. I just want to get drinks with my beautiful dove and beat the captain in darts." You laugh, patting his hand as you stand. "What are you laughing at? I'm going to win this time I swear."

"That's what you said the last three times."

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The two of you slipped through the crowds, towards the group of men you called family.

All was well.

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john mactavish #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #this is unedited #we don't check things #so many mistakes #just a lil drabble tho #this is purely self indulgent #i love gaz #simp writes

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moralesirl · 3 months

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➥ “Ando varias noches sin dormir Estoy pedo, no te vo' a mentir Le hablé a otra morrita al deducir que te perdi”

kyo / gabriel, he / him, 18, transmasc, hispanic, self proclaimed spider boy, pavitr prabhakar irl!

➥ “Y ya no hay más Cosas que, contigo, quiero hablar Con otra piel, yo te voy a olvidar De mi mente, yo te voy a sacar”

writing blog -> @kyovstheworld!

➥ “Y ya nos verán pistear Pura cadena gruesa y las plebitas son del Instagram Diamantón, llevo en mi Glock”

COD, ATSV, MOONKNIGHT, MORTAL KOMBAT, GENSHIN, HONKAI, JJK, BSD!

➥ “Patek Philippe es mi reloj Yo sé qué tanto me costó”

i heart my moots!!!! -> @kitoshii @miguel-owhora @miguelo-hara2099 @thedarksideofprincedamien @lwustyz @fckedupdog @gazmialmagemela @huboi @kaidan-z @kylesgarrick @atlasaurusrex @elephant-nonnie @ccreekside @alistairsmonstercafe @axels-roses @oharaslover @ballsinyojaws2000 @pynkkgeto @dabisbratz @gettonight @dolligent @literallyrousseau @captjprice @jiiquokka @dreadfullyrottenn @ejundo @softggh0ul @vakseb

(sorry if i forgot anyone :( and thank u to my boyfriend for letting me steal his layout >:3)

#kyoscrayons #meet kyo #new theme #gaz gaz gaz #gaz theme #i love gaz #i hope this looks good #cries #i have no clue what ‘m doing

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mikhailwrites · 4 months

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Waiting for Connection 6 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Previous chapter | AO3

The London Underground during the rush hour is a particular kind of hell. Strangers squeeze together, trying their best not to step on each other’s feet or even look someone in the eye. Usually, they would stare at their cell phones, even if they had nothing to check or read, really. Ghost closes his eyes and tries to breathe through the discomfort and anxiety. It’s just a few stops, but it takes forever. Especially as more people pour in, a message repeated the thousandth time is broadcasted about minding the gap, followed by a “See something, say something” announcement. If he hears it one more time, Ghost swears, he will smash the speakers.

Should’ve taken the cab. If only it weren’t so bloody expensive. Just because Ghost has the money doesn’t mean he’s willing to pay stupid sums. He hates London. Absolutely and categorically. Too much noise, too much traffic, too costly, too many people.

The Blackfriars finally comes up, and Ghost squeezes through the people. The crowd carries him all the way to the surface, where he takes a lungful of fresh air. Or, well, air. Damp and smelling of exhaust fumes.

Thankfully, the pub’s not far, and Ghost is in no hurry. He strolls at a leisurely pace, avoiding main streets flooded by tourists and natives alike like the plague, using back alleys and narrow, dirty passages reeking of piss and stale lager, reminding him of home.

The pub he goes to is in one such back alley. It looks dirty and cheap, but once Ghost steps inside, it’s actually clean and nice. The furniture and design are dated in the right way to call it cosy. There are a lot of people, but it’s curiously quiet and as far as Ghost can tell, no tourists.

Ghost comes up to the bar. “I’ve got a reservation. Name’s Garrick,” he tells the woman, who checks something he cannot see before she nods and points to a small table in the corner. There’s already someone sitting there. The baseball cap is a dead giveaway.

“Fancy meeting you here, Lieutenant Garrick,” Ghost claps Gaz’s shoulder when he walks up to him as if they met by chance. Gaz jerks and turns around quickly. Gaz always had impeccable impulse control. Better than Ghost, for sure. If their places were switched, Simon would probably try to flip Gaz over the shoulder and onto the table. As it is, Ghost smiles as he removes the medical mask he wears in public and sits down. “So, how are you?”

Kyle rolls his eyes but smirks. “Oh, cut the crap, Ghost, we both know you wouldn’t come to London to catch up with me.” Ghost takes a breath to object, but Kyle continues before he can speak up. “Or… not just to catch up with me. So, what is it? Need help getting rid of a body?”

Ghost snorts, and Gaz grins, catching a waiter’s eye and gesturing for two pints.

“No. But you’re right, I have a favour to ask,” Ghost admits. He was never one for beating around the bush. “Got a callsign, let’s see what can you tell me about it?”

“Bloody hell, Ghost, I don’t know every soldie…,”

Ghost doesn’t even let him finish. “Soap.”

Gaz promptly shuts up and stays silent for half a minute, precisely when their beers arrive. Ghost hands the waiter a ten-pound note. Gaz waits until the waiter retreats before he speaks up. “Right, I guess I do know about this one. How do you know him?”

“Coincidence, met him online,” Ghost answers truthfully.

“Online? Like a dating app or assassins for hire?” Gaz feigns shock but can barely keep it up.

“A video game, Gaz, Christ,” Ghost shakes his head as he takes the glass and downs half of it in one go.

“Alright, alright. Just taking the piss, mate. Seriously, though, there’s not much I can tell you.”

That’s a peculiar choice of words on Gaz’s side. He didn’t say he doesn’t know the lad; he said he can’t tell Ghost much. Meaning he knows a shit load but can’t speak about it. “I understand. I have some tips, so… just nod if I’m right?”

“Alright.”

“Sergeant?”

Gaz nods.

“Fits. I know he’s good, but is he more than good?”

Another nod.

“Marines?”

That gets a first shake.

“Not the Marines? Then that means he’s pretty daring, isn’t he?” he looks at Gaz expectantly. Gaz nods.

“Really? Interesting. One of yours?”

“Ghost,” Gaz warns.

“I know, had to try,” Ghost smiles.

Gaz sighs and shakes his head before his lips also curl in a smile. “What I can tell you is that he’s not only good at his job but a good man, too. I can see why you’d like him.”

“It’s not… we’re not…,” Ghost says hastily, panic clear in his voice.

“Relax, Simon,” Gaz says, taking a swing from his glass, “you’ve changed, you know...” When he sees the disagreement written all over Ghost’s face, he continues. “I think it’s good. You’re… you seem fine. Content.”

Ghost jerks a little at the sound of his name coming from Gaz. It took him months to get used to being called Simon, but for Gaz, he’s always been Ghost. Not anymore, apparently. It doesn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe Gaz is right. Simon has changed, and it’s not a bad thing.

“Guess I am,” Simon muses, looking around at all those civilians. Technically, he’s one, too, but in reality, there will always be the matter of his past etched into his very existence. He’s been a soldier for so long, but that’s not all he’s been.

Maybe it’s time he remembered.

#I love Gaz #He's a voice of reason #And a good friend #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap

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ilikehaikyuu1 · 7 months

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MW2 Characters headcannons!

Hello! I love all MW2 characters so why not do headcannons? Most of these are inspired by ones I've seen on Tumblr or TikTok!

<3𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚<3

<3 You know this man SNORES

< 3 His beard has its own self-care routine like he takes better care of it than most things.

<3 He LOVES to be pampered after a mission and loves a nice shoulder rub with a fire going with a cigar and some bourbon.

<3 Lowkey feels like he would be really good at pool or any drinking game from when he was younger.

<3 Considers 141 to be family to him often uses the quote "Family doesn't have to stop at relatives."

<3 LOVES sleeping in with his partner, especially after a tough mission and just needs the love of his life and his comfy bed. (This man is absolutely a cuddle bug I DON'T MAKE THE RULES)

<3𝓖𝓪𝔃<3

<3 This man is every girl's DREAM (especially mine) He is such a gentleman opening doors for you, getting flowers, and paying for everything.

<3 Horror movie FAN. Loves a good horror movie/sex combo.

<3 Type of man to tease you but MELT when you do it back.

<3 Probably has a collection of weird things from when he was younger.

<3 loves listening to 50's songs with you in the early morning slowly swaying.

<3 Loves gossiping with you over anything.

<3 Every Friday night he goes drinking with 141 it's just tradition.

<3𝕊𝕠𝕒𝕡<3

<3 Just like Gaz this man is a GENTLEMAN.

<3 Type of drunk person to yell the most offensive shit.

<3 Can't smoke to save his life he'd lose a lung.

<3 Constantly cracking jokes and picks up lines.

<3 Speaking of pick-up lines THIS MAN says the most wild ass pick-up lines just to make you smile.

<3 Hm and Gaz are inseparable as if they were twins.

<3𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓳𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸<3

<3 This man's love language is Physical Touch and LOVES being able to touch you. (Take that how you will.)

<3 Wakes up early even when exhausted to make you breakfast in bed.

<3 Type of man to make you bubble baths after sex.

<3 Him and Rudy are best friends which means they share. (ALSO take that information as you will.)

<3 Secretly listens to Doja Cat.

<3 Often gets insecure about his forehead.

<3Ｒｕｄｙ<3

<3 Sweetest partner ever but sucks at flirting.

<3 Loves baked goods and loves them even more if you bake them together.

<3 Love dancing to Spanish songs with you.

<3 Service dom honestly.

<3 Loves a good ol' beer.

<3 Every time he goes out he ALWAYS gets you something your closet is filed with stuff he gets. (And fridge)

<3𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜<3

<3 SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOYYY

<3 LIVES ON A FARM.

<3 Can be possessive and gets jealous easily (You're just that beautiful/handsome.)

<3 Loves to go horseback riding with you.

<3 Shares you with the Shadows

<3 Is a SUGAR DADDY loves spoiling you but expects payment back.

<3𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊<3

<3 This woman is POSSESSIVE

<3 Hides you from others only a few people know about you, especially your relationship.

<3 Secretly has a sweet side with you.

<3 Has a collection of valuable beanie babies.

<3 Can drink ANYONE under the table.

<3 Feeds stray cats

<3Ghð§†<3

<3 Strong but silent type

<3 Has a difficult time opening up but when he does shut up and LISTEN.

<3 Isn't used to physical touch but once he does he can't stop touching you

<3 Always asking for consent "Can I touch you luv?" "Does it feel good when I do this?"

<3 Loves a good story and tea time.

<3 Loves close and slow sex. (I wouldn't say he really likes rough sex but there are a few kinks here and there.)

This is the end! Thank you reading if you want me to do anymore or anyone please dm!

#john soap mactavish #price mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #i love gaz #i love ghost #i love old men #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #valeria mw2 #modern warfare 2 #phillip graves #headcanon

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honestlyhiswife · 3 months

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just a thought but gaz would be into bondage 🏃‍♀️

you’re telling me that a fine man like him isn’t into it? being able to tie up his partner and see then squirm for him?

he’d be very attentive when his partner is tied up though. even beforehand, he made sure to do plenty of research, investing in only the best rope out there, soft enough that it doesn’t hurt your pretty wrists yet tough enough that when you’re tugging on it, and begging him to go harder it still stays knotted!

idk like he is just So. he’s also 100% down to do the bicep bow trend cause now he can joke that you’re the rigger and he’s the rope bunny

#GAZ NATION #I LOVE GAZ #i want his silly hat #and him #i want him.#i Need him #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #gaz garrick #honey has the mic #kyle gaz smut #gaz smut

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fossilizedpr0tienpowder · 4 months

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Are you still looking for writing requests? If so I have a really simple one! Gaz bringing a cat back to the base because he couldn't leave the poor thing behind :(

I love this and will definitely write it, but seeing as I have like 5 things to write it may take a little while. Tysm for the req tho it's adorable!

#youre feeding into my gaz obsession #i love gaz #gaz #kyle gaz garrick

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toshidou · 9 months

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gaz would go with you to cinema to watch barbie. he would indeed wear pink. and he would love every second of it.

#☁︎⋅chats #he wouldn't shut up about how much he hates the patriarchy for hours afterwards #he would also immediately buy one of the ''i am kenough'' hoodies #i love gaz #he's so girlboss coded #i just KNOW he'd be the biggest feminist #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick

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mockerycrow · 1 month

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ON MY MIND (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

roommate!gaz masterlist

summary; you wear kyle’s hoodie and he’s forced to confront some suppressed emotions.

[WARNINGS; gaz is a smoker & is emotionally weary, fluff!]

“Kyle!”

His head tilts a bit from the call of his name, muffled and frustrated. His eyes focused on the glass plate in his hand, his other hand scrubbing the thing with an overly-used sponge. “Yeah?” He calls back, only turning his head by his left shoulder a tad bit so you can hear him better as he’s assuming you’re not near the kitchen.

Kyle hears you shuffling around, your shoes scuffing against the floorboards. You don’t respond for a second, but Kyle knows you’re focused on.. Whatever you were doing. He puts the soapy plate in the other side of the sink in the next tub, reaching for the next dish. However, his sleeve slips down his arm a bit, getting wet and soapy. “Ah..” He cringes out loud, his lips pulling uncomfortably as he uses two fingers to tug the now wet sleeve back into place.

Kyle hears your footsteps approach from the next room, causing him to tilt his body so he can keep his wet hands over the sink whilst also looking at you. You enter the room with a frustrated look upon your face, your eyebrows furrowed and your lip curled ever so slightly curled. Kyle chuckles, unable to help himself at how pathetic you look at the moment and he knows it’s not over anything important. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, already amused.

You’re holding up one of Kyle’s hoodies, one the ones that has his last name sprawled across the back. He blinks for a moment before you begin to speak. “I gotta run to the corner store real quick and all of my hoodies are still damp in the dryer,” You exclaim, putting the hoodie down a bit so you can look at him. “Do you mind if I wear your hoodie to walk down there?”

Kyle’s lips purse for a moment, a weird sensation manifesting in his chest cavity as he thinks about wearing his hoodie. “Go ahead, don’t need you getting sick, yeah?” Kyle utters as he turns back to the sink, pinching the front of his shirt and pulling it from his chest as if it’ll ease the sensation. “Sick! Thanks, Kyle. You want anything?” You ask, quickly pulling the hoodie on, adjusting the sleeves.

Kyle’s back is to you as he grabs another dish, mindlessly cleaning it. “‘Course, sweetness. Grab me some crisps, won’t you?” He says, putting the.. clean(?) dish into the other side of the sink on top of the soapy plate. “Yep, I got it. Bye, Ky!”

The door shuts.

Kyle blinks, staring at the soapy water with the tightness in his chest remaining, even after your exit. He sighs slowly, pushing his thumbs into the corners of his eyes—then he shouts, because now soap is in his eyes. “Shitshit—” He hisses, quickly turning on the faucet to wash his eyes out.

Kyle never asked for his hoodie back—a part of him expected for it to appear folded on his bed, washed and taken care of and the other part wished he never saw it again except for you wearing it. You always seemed to lose your hoodies after that, or you went through your collection much faster than you previously had. Neither of you pointed it out, especially Kyle. He was quite alright with a couple of his hoodies disappearing conveniently right at the times you were planning on leaving for a store, or just an outing in general.

Something sickly sweet twists in Kyle’s gut when he sees you wearing his hoodie. It’s something clawing at his insides, gnawing at his bones—energy that makes him want to bash his head into the wall and he isn’t completely understanding why. The second he sees you wearing one of his hoodies, especially the ones with his name on it.. It’s like a little feral squirrel in his body goes wild.

Kyle turns in his bed, groaning softly as he rubs his hand over his face, trying to focus on the coolness of his sheets as he rolls over. He thinks about Soap and Price, thinking about the night where you embarrassed him in front of his mates. Kyle stares into the darkness of his room as he thinks about how proud you seemed to be after making them laugh—how you seemed to beam at him after sharing a reassuring look.

“Bloody hell.” Kyle mumbles, his words muffled as he turns his face against the warm of his pillow, his breathing harsh for a moment. A pleasant warmth trickles into his chest as he thinks about his missing hoodies. How he isn’t able to help the giddy smile on his face when he sees you walk through the door, coming home wearing something with his name on it. His. His. His.

Kyle lifts himself from his bed, grunting as his feet hit the cold floor. He patters across the floor, quietly exiting his bedroom. Kyle’s heart thumps harshly against his chest. He shakes his head and gently slaps his cheeks as he walks down the hall towards the living room and kitchen, trying to rid himself of these thoughts—of thinking of you like that. He pauses for a moment when he hears the television on, playing at a low volume. Kyle slows his footsteps as he makes his way past the hall, coming into the living room.

The television is gently illuminating the room and he hears you before he sees you. You’re sleeping on the couch, your favorite blanket sprawled across your lap, your back and head supported by the stupid throw pillows Kyle insisted that you two needed for the couch. Your head is tilted down in a position that looks slightly uncomfortable, your lips parted—wearing his hoodie.

Kyle stares for a minute, his eyes softening as he leans forward, his fingers gentle as he takes your head in his hands and slowly but surely, adjusts the positioning of your head. Kyle watches the way your eyebrows furrow for a moment, your lips pressing back together closed. His lips twitch into a soft smile as he watches you shift in your sleep, your face leaning more into his palm.

Kyle’s heart stops for just a second before he brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone, your skin hot under his touch. So warm and full of life.

His chest tightens again and Kyle carefully pulls his hand away from you, his feet quick as he grabs his cigarettes and lighter from the counter near the backdoor, escaping out the back to forget about what his feelings truly mean.

🏷️; @kivino @mlmxreader @soapybutt17 @microwavedcheetos @frazie99 @narcolepticduck @ch3rrykoolaid @kimdiedlater @glossysoap @thisuserloveshalloween @ornateorchid @missborntodiex @indefenseofkara @lieutenantlashfaz @queen-leviathan @specter319 @theunplannedvariable @spacelia @1117sblog @snoowply @dumb-fawkin-bitch @abigatorchomp @s8nsbride @talooolalolla @sstormyskyess @spicyspicyliving @nyushkawritesstuff

this is from my overall taglist which you can find here. if you would like there to be a roommate!gaz taglist, comment below! mistakenly tagged/wrongly tagged? let me know, no hard feelings.

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lunarw0rks · 8 months

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i was just listening to gaz’s voice lines and i am SHOCKED by how strong his accent is

i love his voice 🫠🫠

#rachel speaks #not writing #gaz #i love gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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the-whispers-of-death · 25 days

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Keegan isn’t even in mw??? 🫧

Imo, if you’re going to have Soap, Ghost, and Price but replace Gaz then you’re just racist. Also wtf Gaz is amazing why would you want to replace him

Right?? Like he's just as sarcastic as the others, he's one of the playable characters in the games. He does amazing things like shoot upside down while hanging from a helicopter (granted he didn't want to fall out a helicopter, but I digress).

I’ll admit there was a point in time where I was like "Oh, I don't think I know Gaz well enough to write him." But then I realized, it's just so simple to rewatch the campaigns to get a more clearer view of how Gaz is in the games and I write them all as softies anyways.

Anyways, I love Gaz. I might not be able to write him as the sarcastic king he is, because I don't do well with writing humor, but I think he deserves all the love.

(Wondering if I should do Knight!Gaz and add him in with Knight!Ghosr & Knight!Price.)

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Can you tell us more about fae!gaz please? He deserves more love 🥺

I have a little fae!Gaz thing coming later! He does deserve more love

#ghoul speaks #I love Gaz #he is also a little tricky to write because he has such a vibe to him #and I am doing my best to capture it #I don't have him locked in yet

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reaperxxxxzz · 24 days

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Where I Need You Most

smut I guess??? I didn't know??!!! Mind you I don't really write things like this and have never written a fanfic before so beware!!!!! If I do post this mdni for posts like this I guess??!! Smut under the thing,

also this is pointed towards my fellow trans-guys, cus we need more content and Gaz needs more content so why not right?? And this is where the reader has already gotten top surgery and is on testosterone!! And there is gonna be praise and degrading and a little bit of a sir kink so if you don't like that then you don't have to read it, it's fine!!!

↓↓↓↓song I suggest!!↓↓↓↓

You looked at Gaz, the way he looked so nice and sweet and god you could go on about him for years, but right now you had to do a de-brief after the mission. Damnit though, he looked so pretty with his perfect skin, and strong arms, and his cute little accent, he was fucken' perfect.

"Okay everyone, I know a lot of you are tired so I will let you go, good job on the mission and get some sleep soldiers." Captain Price said, picking up the papers on the desk and going up to leave.

You quickly grabbed Gaz's arm and walked towards your room, not even looking at Ghost and Soap, when you got to your room you pushed Gaz against the door, making sure to lock it, you looked down at Gaz and smiled, his face looking so perfect with his smile.

"Hey my love.." you said as you pushed your head into his shoulder, finding comfort by him.

"lovie, are you really that needy for me?" He teased as his hands went to your waist, holding and caressing it.

"mmf.." You said with a nod, although it was muffled because you were pressed so close to his shoulder he could still hear your pretty little whimper.

"Aww, maybe I should make you cum, is that what you want lovie?" He teased as his hands went up your shirt, squeezeing your perfect tummy

You nodded as best you could in your position, a small "yes sir..!" Was heard, it sounded heavenly to Gaz's ears

"fuck...Yea? You want me to make you cum? Make you so messy?" He asked as he picked you up and sat down on your old bed and moved you so you were straddling his waist, his hands moving close to the part you needed most, but his hand stopped right next to it.

"please Gaz, I need you, need your hands please..!" You begged, your hips moving to try and get any kind of friction

"ohh boy, do you need it that bad? Huh boy?" He teases as he looked you in the eye before taking off your shirt. "Can I take off your shirt, my boy?"

You nod and just take it off for him, your cheeks getting slightly hot at the fact that he's seeing you, even if he has before it's still so sureal.

"oh good boy." he traces your top surgery scars gently, making sure to not hurt them, he looks at you with want in his eyes. "Don't be shy, look at me my love." He says as he moves your head by your chin to make you look at him.

You smile and start to take off your pants, throwing them on the floor, you guide his hand to your cunt, the only thing separating his hand and your wet pussy is your boxers, but they do have a little opening by your crotch, made for peeing, but you want to use it for another purpose. "C'mon please touch me..! I've been such a good boy..!" You whimper and beg.

Gaz grins, he starts to rub your clit through your boxers, there's already a small wet patch on them, showing just how needy you are. "Aww my boy is so wet, such a needy little slut.." He teases while rubbing your T-dick faster, making you even more wet.

"Fuck..! Yes sir I'mma slut.!" You whine as you grind on his fingers. "Wan' yer' cock please sir!" You beg him.

"Oh you want my cock? Want me to fill you up? Make you a slutty fucken' mess? Is that what you want?" He says as he moves you for some seconds so he can take off his pants and boxers, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum from you, he sits you right next to his dick, wanting to take this by your pace. "C'mon, you can touch it.." He says with a breathy voice, so full of desire towards you.

"its so big..!" You whisper as you stroke his dick gently, you swiftly take off your boxers and start rubbing his tip on your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own juices, getting you to moan.

"yea it is, is it to big for your tight little hole?" He said as he grabs his dick and starts to rub your T-dick faster, making him groan.

You start to push his dick in your tight hole, and although it stung it still felt amazing, you slowly got to his base and sat there for some seconds, getting normalized to his size, once you do you start to ride him, not bring the best at it though, so you look at Gaz for directing.

"baby boy do you want my help to ride me? Don't worry I'll help you." He says as he grabs your waist to help you up and down on his big cock. "Gonna make a mess out of you little slut."

You moan and move your head to rest on his chest, feeling so good and overflowed with pleasure.

Your ass bouncing on Gaz's dick mixed with the sounds of your cunt, makes so much noise, fueling both you and Gaz's adrenaline.

"Gaz, fuck I feel so good..never felt this way, wanna cum, please make me a mess..!"

That right there made Gaz ram his cock into your soaking wet cunt, him already feeling close with all the teasing beforehand, and he knows that you feel the same, he starts to kiss your neck, leaving marks so the 141 knows that your *his* and *only his*

"mm, fuck I'm gonna cum, wanna cum so bad sir..!" You moan and clench around him. "Cum inside me please sir, wanna be full of you..!"

"do it, cum around my fucken' cock, god yea.." Gaz moans and thrust up into you one last time before you both cum. "Good boy..such a good boy me.." He whimpers.

"fuck its so good, so full.." you mumble, absolutely exhausted but still there, you hug Gaz tightly and start to fall asleep.

Gaz gets up and starts to clean your body and his, making sure to make you comfortable, he then tucks you in right next to him, you immediately cudling him, then he falls asleep.

This was probably terrible lolz thank you tho

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