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mockerycrow · 4 months
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photos from my kyle gaz garrick inspo pinterest board !
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slepsh · 5 months
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Also I'm working on a ftm gaz x male reader nsfw (soft sex) for Xmas so I'll try to post it before Xmas or on 24th/25th
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Sneak peak ;3
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cryptocollectibles · 9 months
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American Freak #1 (February 1994) by Vertigo / DC Comics
Written by Dave Louapre, drawn by Vince Locke, cover by Stan Gaz and Richard Bruning.
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efingcod · 2 months
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You know what I don't see the fandom talking about enough?
Gaz fucking GUIDING Stacy through the siege of the US Embassy in Urzikstan. It is so intense. So badass. And it shows how incredibly cool Gaz is under pressure. It's an amazing moment for Gaz in particular and one that will definitely get missed by those who don't at least watch full playthroughs.
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You only really have to watch from 6:55-11:44 give or take
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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months
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The mischaracterization of Gaz from those who clearly either don't give a single fuck about him and just want to write 2 sentences to get it out of the way or people who have never played the games are so insane bc what do you mean Gaz is a shy vanilla bland Gen Z dude, have you never seen a scene with this man? 😭
Like you're already mischaracterizing Ghost and Soap, focus on that and leave Gaz alone<3
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Dearest parental figure, if you’re tired of beating medieval ghost and his princess with a stick could we check in on medieval Gaz?
If not I will sit right back down to enjoy the trauma. Please and thank you.
(dreamy sigh) Gaz...
Yeah I can do some medieval Gaz, where did we leave of? The man of the hour was stealing away maid!reader for some mischief, er, sleep...
You think it's rather fun sneaking around with a man who could freely walk the halls with you and incur no judgement. The way Gaz pulls you around corners and presses his hand over your mouth leaves you giggling. Maybe you've had a little too much to drink. But! It's so much fun! You stumble up stairs and hold a finger to your lips to shush Gaz as you pull him back behind a tapestry. He spends a brief moment marveling at the secret servant's passage before casting his wicked grin on you and making you laugh all over again.
"You're going to give us away doll," He tells you seriously, though it's hard to take him so seriously when he smiles like that. You do your best to quiet down the giggles and give him your best most serious look. He snorts, quite elegantly, and bites his lip to prevent a repeat of the sound.
"If we aren't doing anything but getting a sleeping tonic for you, then what's there to give away?" You whisper ask, though calling it a whisper is too quiet an adjective. You're a little louder than you really should be.
"You don't think a pretty thing like you following a strange man to his quarters is cause for talk?" He asks, holding the door for you on the other end of the tunnel.
"I don't think you're strange," You tell him with a smile and a quick raise of your brows. Gaz rolls his eyes but his grin doesn't leave him. You think he looks rather dashing when he smiles, more rakish than his usual stern expression --handsome as that may be. He opens his mouth to respond and stops, looking around as you make your way to the storeroom.
"Why're we in the kitchen?" Gaz asks, apparently not so upset by the change in scenery he can't swipe an apple from the nearby basket. You hum, pulling the herbs you need.
"You said you wanted a tonic," You settle the necessaries on the middle island.
"Didn't really mean-" He grumbles and sighs, "Alright, tonic, fine." He relents.
"What else could you have meant?" You tease, rolling up your sleeves and turning to get the kettle on. You nearly run into Gaz, the proud set of his shoulders hardly twitching as you lean back against the counter to avoid bumping him. His hands settle on either side of you on the island, fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. He's awfully close. The smell of his cologne, the rich dark leather and currant of it, is terribly enticing. He makes you want to lean close with one breath, one warm glance.
He has a habit of boxing you in, doesn't he? You're not sure if you should be indulging in it or trying to break him of it. He leans close, dips his head towards your shoulder, and you find yourself baring your neck to make room for him. He breathes deeply, and you wonder if he's enjoying your perfume the way you're enjoying his. The brush of his breath against your skin raises goosebumps. You can't help but shiver.
"Are you being purposefully obtuse, or do you really not know?" He murmurs, and you wonder if it's just the angle or if you can truly feel the brush of his lips against your neck. It must be his breath, or your hair, anything else. It makes your breath catch in your chest just the same. Makes you freeze like a rabbit in a snare, waiting for his next move.
When he does finally move away from you the air feels terribly cold. The warmth of him leaving you as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm going back," He tells you, "take the tonic to my room when you finish." You wish your brain would unstick itself from the tar he plunged it into, that you had anything witty to say back. Gaz doesn't wait for an answer, he leaves you to your work in the kitchen. Leaves you to calm your pounding heart by yourself. A charming man is more dangerous than a tyrant, but you can't say you don't enjoy it.
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wordstome · 4 months
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the point of pointing out racism, specifically in how the fandom treats Gaz, is to focus on Gaz and other poc characters. taking that energy and making it about a white man leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
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soaps-mohawk · 15 days
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😭 thank you for giving us Gaz, not a lot of people write about him! Heck he’s not on mw3 operator list! He needs love too.
In this house, we love and support Gaz. We do not tolerate slander or erasure of the best boy.
Seriously though, he was a sleeper favorite for me. Sorry Soap (I still love you my baby boy) but Gaz has quickly become one of my favorite characters. He's definitely on my list to do more for once I finish with this fic. He deserves some love (since not even Activision will give him that 🙄) I mean, just look at him!! The prettiest member of the 141.
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buterccup · 1 year
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"O sol e a lua."
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Summary: You've been talking to Alejandro, Rudy and the rest of 141 recently about your 'small' crush on a certain skull balaclava-wearing lieutenant and they (mostly Alejandro) decide to help you talk to the stoic man.
Warnings: Fluff, Mistakes and possibly ooc, my bad Spanish, intrusive thoughts (only for a bit)
Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gn!reader
Song: o sol e a lua - pequeno cidadão
Codename: Seraph (May change suddenly because I have no good ideas)
You never thought that you would feel this way for someone you usually never talked to. Even since you first joined task force 141 you always felt nervous around your Lieutenant. Maybe it was because of his mask and how it covered his face from showing you whatever he was thinking, or maybe it was because of his anti-social nature and always staying in the shadows.
You only ever spoke to him if needed to. But recently you both have been talking more and now with all of this drama with Hassan and now this sudden betrayal from Shepard and Graves you noticed you see your Lieutenant as more than a friend. But you hardly ever got the courage to tell him anything about it.
Until today.
You've started to talk about your feelings for a certain skull mask-wearing Lieutenant to the rest of 141 along with Alejandro and Rudy. Each member of 141 tried to get you to talk to Ghost about your feelings but it always ends up failing. Now it was Alejandro's turn, and if he was completely honest he cringed at the sad excuse of plans the task force made up.
"Vamos amigo now's your chance." Alejandro's voice would encourage you as you stood at the opposite side of the room of the safehouse from Ghost.
"I don't know..." you muttered as you look over to him, your lips tugging down into a frown. What if he laughs at you? What if he doesn't want to talk to you again? What if he only talked to you because he felt bad for your ass?
"If you don't do it now ¿cuándo lo harás?" Alejandro's voice grabs your attention, his hands on your shoulders as he talked to you. His voice was soft as he looked into your eyes. He was right, this might be the only time you will get to talk to him about this.
To think this was making your knees feel weak considering your job...
"Okay, I'll do it." taking in a deep breath and puffed up your chest as you felt a hard slam on your back from Alejandro.
"You can do it, sol!" he would cheer you on once again, the little nickname making you smile as you slowly made your way to Ghost. This little scene grabbing the attention of Soap, Price, Rudy and Gaz.
"proyecto lua"
"Is it happen-"
"SHH"
here we go!...
"Ghost!" your voice would call out to the tall man making him look over at your shorter form, a bright smile on your face but your eyes said something different.
"Seraph." The man would reply with a small smile tugging on his lips from under his mask.
"I want to tell you something." you could feel your heart pound in your chest but also feel like you were going to throw up at the moment, "Do tell." Ghost would say as you took in deep breath to calm down your nerves.
"you remind me of the moon" you quickly reply, a laugh leaving you once you finished your sentence, leaving a curious Ghost to guess why you thought so. "Really?"
This is when you started to feel you hands get clammy and the butterflies in your stomach, you are doing so well you can do it!
Meanwhile, Alejandro and the rest of 141 were watching intently, encouraging you on in their own ways. Soap and Gaz were making hand gestures not being able to wait any longer while Alejandro was smiling. Proud he got you this far while Rudy cheered you on quietly as Price nodded his head like a proud dad and tried to get the boys to leave with him.
"Yup! I find the moon amazing, I love it, plus I like how mysterious it is...that is why..." you could feel your hands start to shake as you looked up into Ghost's eyes, beautiful dark brown, "You remind me of the moon..."
And in return, you received a grunt from Ghost.
"I like you too, sun."
Requests: Open
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pokiona · 5 months
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mockerycrow · 4 months
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SICK MOMENTS; Gaz Edition (GN!Reader)
gaz masterlist — gaz render by @ave661 <3
summary; this is the second part of my four part series of the 141 taking care of you, who’s sick. enjoy!
[WARNINGS; sickness, medication, civilian!reader, slight military inaccuracies, sick comfort.]
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YOU’VE BEEN FEELING quite under the weather for the past two days. A weird pressure in your skull, a tickle in the throat. You didn’t really think much of it as you had much more important things to focus on like your job. You usually switch between working from home and working in an office setting every other day and unfortunately, your illness decides to make an appearance when you’re in the office.
You’re sitting in your office with all of your lights off, your computer screen turned down to low brightness. You’re squinting as you’re staring at the screen that is burning your eyes, an impossible to ignore pain settling in your skull and rattling around inside.
You make the mistake of swallowing, your throat muscles spasming when they figure out they’re tender, sore, and uncomfortable. You wince at the sharp pain as your hand reflexively goes to the front of your throat, your stomach churning uncomfortably. You sigh quietly, unable to deny that you’re indeed sick. You take a glance at the time on your computer and you realize you’re not even halfway through your workday yet. You contemplate what you should do; a good thing for yourself is to go home and rest but you have deadlines you can’t ignore. You decide that you should try to work through it. It’s not like sitting at a computer screen is taxing, right?
..Right?
An hour later and you’re having to save your documents and powering down your computer, your hands trembling as the pounding in your head is nearing unbearable. Tears spring up in your eyes, nearly spilling as you croak out a voice command for your phone to call Kyle. You hear your phone dial up and begin to ring his number. A crumbling guilt settles in your stomach as you know Kyle has to be on the local base right now, doing whatever he is doing. Your mind begins to race, saying that he’s going to be too busy to help you out, that calling him is a waste of time. You don’t even realize he picked up after the third ring.
You snap out of your state of overthinking after you hear Kyle’s calm voice call your name for likely the second or third time. “What’s going on?” Kyle asks, his voice ever so slightly muffled by the quality of the speaker—and your hearing is probably a bit scuffed, too. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but..” You croak, grimacing at how horrible you sound. “..Can you come pick me up from work?” 
“You’re never a bother, love.” Kyle reassures, his voice considerably softer than his previous sentence. “Are you feeling alright? You don’t sound too well.” You shake your head no before remembering it’s only a phone call and not a video call—and you regret shaking your head as your vision spins for a moment. “No,” You utter, the ache in your throat worsening. “I’ve come down with.. something. Not sure yet.”
You hear shuffling and Kyle’s muffled voice say something, something that wasn’t directed towards you so you pay no mind to it. “I’m on my way, sweetheart. I’ll pick up some medicine on the way to ya, yeah?” Kyle murmurs, making your chest all fuzzy with how concerned he seems. “Mhm,” You him. “Love you.”
“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that, Kyle hangs up.
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It doesn’t take him too long to leave the base and pick up some medicine, but to you? It feels like an eternity. You sit there in the dark, occasionally tapping the screen of your phone so you can check the time. You feel like your guts are churning and twisting and you feel like someone is taking a sledgehammer and is ringing a bell—like one of those giant bells you can find at Christian churches that ring every hour. There’s a soft knock at your door, which you croak a sickly “come in”, assuming it’s your knight in shining armor as you already got the okay from your boss to leave through text.
The door opens, letting the light pour in which makes you wince. You recognize the silhouette and the stature of the person almost immediately—it’s Kyle. “Hey,” He calls out to you softly. You can’t see his face, but you can tell he’s wearing the zip up you bought for him months ago on his birthday and he’s holding a plastic bag. Your lips curl into a small smile, and your pain fades for a moment as the fact that he wears the hoodie you bought him to work hits you. Kyle closes your office door and finds his way to your desk in the dark. “Hey.” You echo, your voice gritty and scratchy.
“I’m going to turn on your desk lamp, alright?” Kyle hums as he sets the plastic bag of goods down onto your desk. “Alright.” You echo once again, your voice quieter than before. You dreaded the light. Alas, he turns the light on and you see his beautiful brown eyes look at you, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with concern very apparent on his face. “Aw, sweetheart.” Kyle utters, which gives you an idea that you likely don’t look too well. His hand reaches out to touch your forehead; his palm then flips to the back of his hand. “You’re burnin’ up. Good thing I got medicine, hm?”
You lean into his touch, Kyle’s hand cupping down to your cheek instead. “Sweaty,” Kyle points out, making you huff. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You reply with a playful snark, but you sound a bit pathetic from how stuffy you sound. “It’s sergeant, actually.” He replies with a grin, making you snort—and then wince because it hurt your entire head. Kyle begins to grab items from the bag; pain and fever reducers, cough drops, anti-congestant, a bottle of water.. And a box of tea for home, despite already having likely a box already waiting in the cabinet.
You watch with a warm stomach as Kyle pops out the pills for you and you notice he did his research for what medicine could go with what. “I love you.” You blurt out suddenly, meeting Kyle’s eyes. He blinks for a moment before smiling—his fucking smile—and responding with a tilted up tone, questioning. “I love you too..?” Kyle questions the sudden pushed tone, but you don’t elaborate as you stare up at him, thinking about how you’re going to marry this man one day as he frets over your health without complaint.
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More uncle Dude au doodles
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gluegrapes · 2 months
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Rebecca Cotswold
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zambonisworld · 1 year
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There’s a difference guys 😊
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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months
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Kate Laswell has a fucking wife, stop shipping her with Price, what the fuck 😭
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orangemadness · 7 months
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I NEED MORE JYLE CONTENT
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