#Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

[ornateorchid]

wake up babe new elliot knight pics just dropped

(these aren't new ive just never seen them before)

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Quiet Confidence || One Night Stand!Gaz

Rating: E Words: 2.7K~ Pairing: ONS!Gaz x ONS!F!Reader CW: smut, cunnilungus, protected sex (implied), piv (implied), nudity. tags: you/your pronouns, afab!reader, one night stand, reader and kyle are both confident, kyle garrick is a munch, morning after talks. a/n: the gifs used do NOT reflect the reader's skin tone of physical appearance. / the original poster of the gifs below is @unstablecryptid but I could *not* get the gif search bar to fucking show me the gifs of elliot knight.

In all the units he's been in, be it the Duke of Lancaster's Regiment, or when he joined the SAS, or when he was doing resistance to interrogation training with the Marines, or, now, in the 141, one thing's for certain: Gaz is the worst person to have as a wingman.

Not because he doesn't know what he's doing. No, Kyle absolutely knows what he's doing. The issue is precisely that. He's a handsome lad with a playful demeanor and natural charisma. He fails at getting his mates a girl because the girl ends up wanting him.

And so no one asks for his help any more... and he stopped offering too.

But that doesn't mean that he stopped trying to get girls for himself.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz sit around a table in the corner of the packed pub, chatting amidst themselves.

It's become somewhat of a routine, before they all ship back home: they get together at a bar or pub, huddle around a table and each of them pays for a round of drinks before they part ways.

It's, in a way, a moment to decompress, unwind, and clear their heads, while also allowing them to be amidst civilians for a moment and 'turn off' the soldier mentality before they go home to see family (or whatever Ghost does).

It's always the same routine. Ghost pays the first round. Stops at the bar while the lads locate a table (or at least a wall to lean on), then marches back with four pints balanced perfectly on stiff arms. He's clinical, methodical. In, out. Goes to the bar, comes back.

Soap gets the next one. Goes to the bar, swaggering past the other patrons, shooting coy looks and little smirks at the women (and men) that catch his eye. Leans against the bar and takes his sweet. fucking. time. Spends longer chatting up the other people waiting for drinks and even the bartender than actually ordering and waiting. Then, he swaggers back. Sometimes empty-handed, sometimes with a number/username or two on his phone.

Price gets the next one. Just like Simon, he doesn't meander. He goes up to the bar, places his order, pays, and leans on his forearms while he waits. If he sees a pretty woman, he might side up to her and exchange a couple words. It rarely goes anywhere. But he doesn't seem to do it for the same reason Johnny (and Kyle) do. Mostly just to pass the time.

Kyle doesn't even put in effort at this point. And he's not even bragging when he says that. More often than not, when he's at the pub with his team, he's not there to look for a bird to spend the night with, he's there to say farewell before they go on leave. And yet, there's something about Kyle that makes women flock to him.

He finds himself being approached as he leans on the bar, eyes fluttering around the room, taking in the bottle and glasses on display behind the bartender, the patrons, the TV showing a football game high on the wall... And without fail a pretty woman will side up to him and try to make a move, give him her number...

Kyle would blame it on the fact he has a 'pretty face' as one of his ex-girlfriends would say, or maybe his shower routine, the fact he actually makes an effort to look and smell good, because it makes him feel good... But as one of his one night stands in the past year made a point to point out to him, he, allegedly, exudes a 'quiet confidence' about him.

Regardless of the cause, Kyle always returns to the table with hands overflowing with drink/pint glasses and his phone holding a handful of new numbers or instagram/snapchat handles... ones he does not plan on contacting.

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You're sitting across the pub from the 4 men in the corner booth. They're in regular clothes but, from the way they sit and act, you can tell they're soldiers from the base a few kilometers away.

Your eyes keep finding their way to the pretty, dark skinned bloke that sits on the edge, his left side turned toward you, his lips pursed as him and his friends discuss whatever it is that soldiers do when they come to a pub. Probably sports.

"You know if you keep staring at him like that, you'll probably burn a hole through him." Your friend quips beside you, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes.

"And what do you suggest I do instead? Just walk up to that Adonis and go 'Hey, handsome, wanna get out of here?' in front of his mates?" You retort with a cocked brow.

"Yeah? You've done worse than that." She tells you. You go quiet again, your gaze returning to the handsome lad.

He sits with his back against the leather back of the booth, shifting his weight around on his ass and sliding down the seat a bit, legs spread apart, one foot kicked up and off the cover of the table, more so in the way, to potentially trip someone.

Your friend is right, of course, you've done worse than go up to a pretty man and ask him to go home with you. In fact, you've done much more nerve-wracking and anxiety-inducing things... But that bloke is easily one of the calmest and most confident ones you've seen in a while, not to mention he's not alone...

Pondering for a moment, you decide to just go for it. You finish the rest of your drink first and get up, walking over to his table, your mind already conjuring the perfect string of words to say in order to get him to come home with you. Hell, you don't normally have any trouble charming lads either.

You stop in front of the table and all four sets of eyes turn to look at him, one of them behind a balaclava, directly across from the man you want to speak to. You had nearly missed that one in the shadows of the pub.

Looking directly into the eyes of your target for the night, you feel the words you had kind of come up with escape you, as well as your last working neuron, and you find yourself feeling a bit flustered under his scrutinizing gaze.

He has the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen, which stare up at you like a baby cow, eyebrows knit, wide and inviting and warm...

Taking a deep breath, you simply reach your hand forward, palm facing up and you wait, eyes locked on the beautiful man sitting on the booth before you.

His eyes flutter down to your hand and then back up at your face, an eyebrow scaling up in intrigue and confusion, but he lays his left hand atop yours, his warm, calloused palm against your own. No wedding ring. Good enough.

You nod at him and turn away again, pulling him along as you begin to step away from his table. The lad's head immediately shakes, looking around at you, and at his mates, in confusion, but he has no choice but to follow you.

He stands and shoots his friends a confused but amused look, smirking a bit at your mere audacity. You can hear one of them make some comment behind your back as you drag the pretty boy away, but you don't catch it between his thick accent and the music and chatter inside the pub.

-

You made it from the bar to your elevator and to your door in near complete silence, no small talk other than to exchange names and ask about protection, no hesitation.

Getting lowered onto your bed, Kyle's lips were mashed against yours, his arms caging you in, his long, nimble fingers gripping onto the back of your head and nape.

Your legs spread to either side of his hip, your feet plant themselves on the bed, your knees squeezing lightly around his hip over the fabric of his black boxer briefs.

Kyle ruts his clothed bulge against your core, humming under his breath, the sounds he makes dying against your lips.

Your hands slide down from around the back of his neck over his pecs and down his abs, feeling how hard and defined he is. "Mmmm..." You purred as your nails gently slid down his dark skin.

"You like my muscles, hm?" He murmurs after breaking the kiss, diving in to kiss down your jaw and neck, then over your collarbone and onto the swell of your breasts in your bra.

"Maybe." You reply, which causes a rumble of a laugh to escape him, his hands pulling you up and off the mattress so he can undo the back clasp of the bra, before slipping the straps off your shoulders, and throwing the garment aside.

"Maybe, eh?" Kyle teases and leans up close, his large hands cupping the flesh of your breasts, squeezing them them together while his thumbs glide over your pert nipples, rubbing them in circles.

"Mmmm... Maybe." You agree with a chuckle of your own, a hum of appreciation falling through your lips from his touch, at the same time as you grind your clothed cunt against the bulge in his underwear.

The man above you smirks at you, letting you continue to grind yourself against him, while his head dips down to catch one of your nipples between his lips, giving it a slow lick and a greedy suck, his fingers still squeezing the flesh of your tits around them.

After a moment of giving them some attention, his mouth glides down your stomach and over the mound of your pelvis, toward your pussy, his body leaving the bed and kneeling on the floor in front of it, his face lining up between your thighs.

His fingers run over your slit, the man purring at the feeling of the soaked patch you wore into the fabric, before hooking a finger around the side of the gusset, pulling the fabric aside.

Kyle's face leans up close and he wastes no time attaching his plump lips to your wet cunny, his tongue seeking out and finding your clit after letting go of your underwear and spreading your folds with his fingers.

His nose buries itself on your mons and your legs twitch slightly as he gives your clit the attention it deserves, licking and sucking the sensitive bud, pulling it behind his teeth with greedy sucks, the obscenely wet sounds of his sucking filling the room and making you, somehow, whine more than the actual feeling itself.

"K-Kyle-" You whine as your hand finds his head, your legs trembling on either side of him, twitching against either side of his head and squeezing against his ears, like you're desperate to close them.

Kyle's big brown eyes look up at you with a spark of mischief and he grabs both your thighs with his large hands, forcing them open again and holding them against the mattress, leaving you splayed on the bed as his tongue laps furiously at your clitoris.

"I know... I know..." He coos at you as you whine and tremble, your hip bucking a bit as you both seek more of his pleasure and less of it, feeling your climax rearing its head over the horizon as Kyle sends you barreling toward it with just the feeling of his tongue.

Then, his fingers join in, two of them, carefully plunging inside your leaking hole, moving slowly and deeply, curling up to find your G-spot, his lips once more making the most obscene of sucking sounds as he eats you out like a man starved.

You whine and your head falls back, your body thrashing atop your bed covers as you climax, leaking your juices over his long digits and pushing his head away from you, your clitoris overstimulated and feeling raw.

You struggle to catch your breath, feeling hot and covered in sweat, the man kneeling at the foot of your bed looking at you with his pretty brown eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"Don't look at me like that!" You complain, feeling flushed, both from embarrassment and from the recent climax.

"Like what, sweet thing?" He asks you, raising his brows and lifting himself off the floor, crawling back atop you, and settling his hip between your parted legs.

"All cocky and smug-like." You retort, hearing him chuckle again.

"Not smug at all, poppet." He tells you in earnest before leaning down and kissing you slowly again. "Just happy I made you feel good. You used to blokes who don't make you cum, hm?" He asks you.

"No, they make me cum." You reply, and, truly, you're saying the truth. But this feels different either way.

"Good, then," Kyle adds and smirks, rolling your hip and legs to the side, his fingers hooking over the edge of the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. "'cause I plan on making you cum on my cock next."

-

The next morning, you wake up past 11 a.m., bleary-eyed.

You rub your eyes, yawn and stretch along the bed, your arm hitting a warm and hard body beside you.

"Morning to you too, poppet." Kyle's voice murmurs from beside you, causing you to turn to look at him.

You lock eyes with his ass, first and foremost, your eyes widening for just a second.

Kyle's lying on his stomach, his elbows propping him halfway up on the pillow as he scrolls through his feed on some social media.

"Hi..." You murmur and chuckle softly. "You know, most lads would've left by now, hm?" You quip.

The man next to you hums and chuckles before shrugging. "Most lads aren't me." He says simply.

Looking toward you, you can't help but smile a bit at the sight of his warm eyes, shaking your head in amusement at his (over)confidence.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks you.

"Mhm... Like a baby." You nod and stretch your arms again. "What about you?" You return.

"Slept well, yeah..." He retorts. "Don't know why I asked, there's no way you could not, after the way I tired you out?" He teases and winks at you.

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. "Oh shut it..." You murmur, arching your back and stretching your spine out.

You're acting nonchalant about it, but the delicious soreness between your thighs and the sticky warmth of the sweat you shed last night speaks volumes. He's 100% right.

"I ordered you food," He says before rolling toward you and reaching over your body to the bedside table, retrieving a water bottle, still cold, meaning he went to get it from the fridge for you.

"Thanks." You murmur once he hands it to you. You open it and curl your head up to sip some water. "I've never had a bloke order me food the morning after." You quip.

"Well, I'm not an animal... I ate you out last night, only fair I feed you in return, hm?" He quips, causing you to scoff again and groan at the stupid comment.

Cheeky fucker, and the worst part is he knows how bad that was, and is still smirking down at you all smugly...

A notification from his phone makes him yelp softly and he rolls away, rising from the bed. "Food's downstairs." He announces.

Your eyes are drawn to the way he looks as he collects his clothes from the floor of your bedroom, tugging them on over his body, his cock, especially, hanging low against his thigh before he fixes it inside his underwear and tucks it all into his jeans.

The memory of how he pounded into you with reckless abandon last night, the tip of his cock hammering past your gummy walls at a neck-breaking pace, hearing you cry out in delight every time it kissed your cervix, comes flowing back.

Kyle notices you eyeing him up just as he's putting on his boots and glances at you with the same smug smirk he's shot you so many times in the last 12 hours together.

Stopping at the door of the bedroom while turning his shirt right side out, ready to put it on, he winks at you. "Don't worry, I'll give you a round two after we eat."

[coffeegraeme]

He's so pretty

[verdantcreek]

141 tries slam poetry

[unholyretributioncomes]

141 at Pride

Price: wears a rainbow bucket hat and a shirt that says "free dad hugs". Probably has a beer in hand and might punch a bigot Gaz: Pride t-shirt, baseball cap, booty shorts with fishnets and high heels. Drinks and chills with the drag queens Soap: t-shirt that says "dick specialist" and a rainbow kilt. Gets covered in glitter to the point where he has to be hosed off before entering the house so he doesn't damage the plumbing Ghost: Soap made him wear a rainbow skull mask. Keeps to himself and people watches. Joins Price in punching bigots. Laswell: Getting her face painted and spending time with her wife. Has bail money on standby.

[callofdutylorist]

Imagine if the taskforce 141 characters got glimpses of the other timeline. You have all these characters mourning and debating the existence of their own deaths, then Gaz is just in the corner wondering why he's white.

[captain-mj]

Pray tell us those streamer au thoughts?

I realized in retrospect that the word I was looking for was youtuber, not necessarily streamer... oops? I hope this is still fine! I explained what I think they'd cover and how they meet

Ghost: He's a cryptid/urban legend youtuber. He often goes to these places and take the most ominous videos known to man. Often includes him perching in places he shouldn't be while in full tac gear. He openly talks about being in the military but is super cagey about further details. Plays some horror games and he starts talking to Soap and Roach through Dead By Daylight

Soap: A gaming youtuber. Actually does stream. Mostly does super long games in one go because he knows if he sets it down he'll never pick it back up. Plays a ton of multiplayer with friends which is how he started talking to Ghost. Openly thirsts after him but in a fun way for the audience. Ghost can't tell if it's real or not.

Roach: Silent youtuber. Mostly posts his own bugs and stays in his lane. Speed runs Terraria whenever his views drop. Has a running bit about having an onlyfans.

Price: Teaches basic self defense. Is the chilliest of all of them. Since he's canonically a stoner now, he's stoned in half of them. Will occasionally join Ghost on his adventures cause they knew each other in the military. Is Simply Built Better.

Gaz: A commentary youtuber, but the kind that is mostly just explaining what's going on, not the kind to fill it with his own opinions. Occasionally features Alex for the ones over the CIA.

Graves: Is a commentary youtuber that does fill it with his own opinions. Has pulled a gun out on screen before Moist Critical style.

Alex: Critics and debunks conspiracy theories. Especially one's connected with certain pipelines. Ghost and him have worked together multiple times and there is ship content of both of them.

Laswell: Doesn't have a youtube channel.

Alejandro: Plays horror games and dating sims. Has a super long series over boyfriend dungeon. Openly talks about his husband constantly.

Rodolfo: Cozy video games. Is stupidly organized about everything. Will not mention he's married.

Valeria: True Crime. She talks about certain female criminals with a little too much love.

Núñez: Valeria's Ryan.

Farah: The obvious answer is over her cause but I never want to go with the obvious answer. She's a ghost hunter. Get fucked.

Oz: Posts coding videos and is very funny. Lowkey like code bullet (god I hope he never sees this)

Velikan: Long think pieces that leave viewers and fundamentally changed.

Mila: Parkour and sight seeing. Breaks into abandoned places. No one knows her, Graves and Oz are friends until they found out they're platonically all living together.

Reyes: Work out youtuber. Shamelessly posts thirst traps.

Chuy: Another cryptid/urban legend youtuber. He focuses more on Mexican culture than Ghost. Refuses to play video games on stream.

[whiskeynwriting]

How would 141 react to their s/o getting pregnant?

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” McTavish, Captain John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions/discussions of… pregnancy, marriage, sex, loss/death.

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A/N: This just randomly came to me and I’m living for it. 

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

He’d be nervous, filled with more anxiety than missions often do. And if he’s honest with himself, he wouldn’t be happy about it, not at first. 

“Simon?” All he does is look up at you, his head still hung low while he sits on the sofa. “Are… you okay?”

Groaning, he drags a hand over his face, shaking his head. “I’m not okay with this.” 

And it truly breaks your heart to hear him say it. 

“I can’t… can’t provide for you. For it - them.” 

“Baby,” Sitting by his side, you place a gentle palm on his thigh. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“You could lose me.” He states, looking over to stare into your eyes. “Any day, at any point. You know that, right?”

“I’ve always known that…” But you hate talking about it. “But even if I did… now, I’d always have a piece of you.”

And that softens him, softens him right to the core. 

“I…” Glancing down, your hand gravitates naturally to your lower belly. “I want this baby, Si.” 

Hearing the small crack in your voice tugs at his heartstrings. Honestly, he’s never considered having kids before, not in his entire life. The two of you have never talked about it and he’s never wanted to. His dad was fucked up, fucked him up, and he’s not sure he’d be able to do any better. 

“Darling I,” Choking on his words, he swallows thickly before continuing. “I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.” 

Grinning, you playfully poke his side, “That mean I’m not gonna be a single mom?”

He scoffs, turning his head away briefly. “Don’t know how you could even think that.” And now, he’s looking at your stomach, sighing. “I already worry so much about you.” 

“Why, baby?”

“Anyone finds out about me, and they’re gonna find you. I don’t want anyone finding you.” And you understand what he means. His military family has welcomed you with open arms, but they deal with enemies regularly. Enemies that kill for sport, some even more than Simon does. 

“This is a challenge, a big challenge.”

“I know, it is for me too, baby.” And when you point this out, his mindset changes. Here you are seeking comfort and security and he’s giving you anything but. 

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever leave.” He expresses wholeheartedly, reaching for your hand. And then he’s releasing a heavy breath, ready to make his decision on this. “What kind of a man would I be to let a little baby scare me away?” 

John “Soap” McTavish

Jesus, he’d be so over the moon. It’s adorable just how giddy he is when you finally tell him. And while you expected him to be happy, you didn’t think it’d be to this extent.

“Johnny,” You laugh, feeling his arms wrap around your upper thighs. 

He’s kneeling, grinning uncontrollably as he kisses your belly. Those big, azure eyes turned wide the moment you told him, and almost immediately, he fell to his knees. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be just beautiful.” He sighs, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. Nuzzling gently, he closes his eyes, mumbling, “Just beautiful…” 

“Hm…” Humming happily, you stroke his hair, grinning down at him. “You’re excited to be a daddy, baby?”

“M’eudail,” Releasing a gentle breath, he shakes his head. “You have no idea.” (My darling, my dear) 

You hadn’t discussed it beforehand, it was in no way planned. But when you got the positive result, there wasn’t a second of hesitancy within you. He would be and was the first to find out. You always knew Johnny would be the best daddy. 

“You’ve gotta stay here.” He then insists, looking up at you from his knees. 

Raising your brows, you repeat, “Here?” And he nods, a goofy smile on his pretty face. “In the base?!”

“Yeah! We’ve got the best medics, babe. It’ll be so good, I promise you. And I’ll be able to see you every day, make sure you’re cared for.” 

Right now, you’re in Johnny’s room, and while it’s comfortable for your nights together… you’re not exactly sure how it would do as a maternity room. And he sees you eyeing his space suspiciously, quick to pop up to his feet and hold your face.

“We wouldn’t stay here, we can get a bigger room. I’m sure Price’ll be fine with it, I’m sure of it.” 

“Johnny, it’ll be okay if we can’t stay together, baby. We can just see each other like we do now.” You remind him gently, smiling at the father of your baby. 

“No,” He insists, that full accent bubbling to the surface whenever his voice gets deep. “No way, no how. I’m stayin’ with you, with you and this baby.” And then, he’s grinning again and dropping back down to his knees. 

Holding your sides, he stares at your covered tummy. “A wee baby.” 

Captain John Price

At first, he tries to act dumb. He’ll claim you two were so careful, that you always tracked your cycle and took the necessary precautions. But it doesn’t take long for you to call him on his shit. 

“No, actually you’re right. Busting a load into me three times a week is definitely careful.”

“We haven’t had condoms, alright?” He shoots back, a grin playing on the edges of his lips. 

“John, we haven’t had them for more than a month!” You giggle, those chuckles erupting into full on laughter when he rolls his eyes again. 

Eyeing your stomach, he then glances up at you. “So, you’re really baking, huh?”

“What?” Another bout of laughter bubbles from your lips, quirking your eyebrow at his strange comment.

Striding over to you, he grins, placing his hands on your hips. “Got a little bun in the oven?”

“How are you so calm about this?” You wonder, genuinely perplexed by it. 

He shrugs, thumbs rubbing your clothed skin. “We’re a pretty solid team, aren’t we?”

“Well… yeah.” 

“Then who’s to say we should be worried about this? Hm?”

While you’re surprised at his casual tone, it also serves to remind you of who this man truly is. John is sturdy, his mental arena a firm foundation that’s made him the man he is today, and that’s also allowed your relationship to build. He’s taken on so much in his life that he sees this predicament as any other task. It’s a situation he’s gotten himself into, and one that he’ll have to figure out. And who better to figure it out with than the love of his life? 

“What do you think? Hm?” He asks, lifting a hand to cup your pretty face. “You wanna keep it?” 

“Yes, I really do.” Nodding slowly, you smile, feeling unsure but excited. “Do you?”

“I want to keep every part of you.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you into him. “And this baby is part of us, isn’t it?” 

Internally, you feel warm from John’s love. It’s so easy to fall for him, how could it not be when he’s there to catch you? And he does so effortlessly, repeatedly, his genuine affection a soft blanket that you always cuddle into. 

“Yeah,” Nodding, you can’t help the smile that plumps your cheeks. 

Leaning in, John rests his forehead over your own, sighing. With both hands on your lower back, your own slide up along his chest until your arms are looping around his neck. The calm that surrounds the two of you is relaxing, reassuring, his sweet embrace everything you could need in this moment. 

“I’m here, honey.” He whispers to you softly, “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.” 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

The only reason he’s not overtly happy is because of his own insecurities. He feels so new in his field and wants to be able to support you, wants to do everything he can to be the man of your soon to be small family. 

“Aren’t you happy?” You ask, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I am!” He clarifies, reaching for you. “I am, I really am.”

“Then… what is it?” 

“I just,” Chuckling, he shakes his head a single time. “I’m kicking myself for not doing this properly.”

“Properly?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs, “Getting down on one knee, making you mine before you have our baby.” 

“Kyle,” Grinning, you step closer to him. “I already am yours. We don’t need a wedding to start a family.” 

And while he knows you’re right, he can’t stop thinking about it, about how he’d propose and the wedding you’d plan. You don’t need a piece of paper to say you can be together, you don’t, but still, it holds meaning to him. 

After moving through the motions and letting the news settle in, he’d be more than ecstatic. He knows that the insecurities chattering away in the back of his head don’t have any real stance. Kyle has given you the world so far and he doesn’t plan to stop now. He’d take it upon himself to draw up a list, wanting you and the baby to have everything you need. There wouldn't be a single shopping trip where he wasn’t involved and getting extras of everything. He just wants to be prepared. But while he’s planning for your new baby, he’s also planning to take that step with you. 

It would be after you’ve given birth, holding your new baby girl. He didn’t want to overwhelm you during your pregnancy and thought the day your daughter came into the world would only make it that much more special. 

“Baby, what’re you…”

After she’s been fed, he’d swaddle her, placing her in the plastic crib the hospital offers. And that’s when he’d get down on one knee, sighing. 

“I know we don’t need it,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the box, eyes returning to yours as he opens it. “But I want it. I want you to be my wife.”

[callsign-gasleak]

Soap: She was poetry, but he couldn't read. Ghost: His name was Jared he's 19. Gaz: When his parents built a very strange machine. Gas Leak, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen. Rudy, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena! Price: Horrible job everyone.

[ornateorchid]

HELLOOOO

mr. elliot knight, do you need a dog? cause i can bark 🐕

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I'm thinking of Merman!Gaz smut tonight, so... have a little drabble:

Breeding? || Merman!Gaz (for Mermay 2024)

cw: smut (cunnilingus), dubcon elements (reader is willing).

Merman!Gaz who's actually part sea horse so he has a dorsal fin, ears that are fin-shaped, and no caudal fin, but a straight, thin and curled tail instead.

Merman!Gaz who loves people watching and has learned plenty about humans... and even does it enough to have picked up on some Englsh.

Merman!Gaz who sees you at the beach, not one of those fine sand and great for sunbathing ones, but one that's mostly rocky gravel and a jagged coastal line.

Merman!Gaz who approaches the rocks you're sitting on and peaks his head over them to catch your eye, happy that the beach is mostly devoid of people due to how gloomy and cloudy the sky is.

Merman!Gaz who startles you and smiles when he notices you jumping, but then your eyes shine like the stars and you look at him with such curiosity as you carefully approach with a "Hi...?".

Merman!Gaz who's, unfortunately, more curious about the parts of your body hidden under your shorts than you as a human, and whose human-like hands start pawing at your thighs, webbed fingers massaging your exposed skin.

Merman!Gaz who wraps his muscular arms around your hip and drags you as close as he can get you to the edge of the rocks, your toes dangling over the water, and legs being sprinkled by the crashing waves.

Merman!Gaz who presses his face against your clothed cunt, burying his nose against the gusset of your denim shorts, taking a deep sniff of you thanks to his powerful nose, that sends excitement coursing through his body, and heat rising up to his face.

Merman!Gaz who realizes how beautiful you look with your eyes wide and your whole body stiffened in surprise... but notes how your hands don't push to fight him off.

Merman!Gaz who tries to rip your clothes off you, not knowing what "Careful!" means when you say it, which makes him look at you with knitted brows and the biggest, softest brown eyes, only for you to relent and help him.

Merman!Gaz who, as soon as he sets eyes on your exposed cunt, feels his heart racing in his chest and immediately buries his face back where it belongs.

Merman!Gaz who licks stripes up your cunt, savouring the taste and the warmth of your core, the wetness so different to the salty ocean, and revels on how your moans sound even more lovely than some of the mating songs he hears from whales and other mammals.

Merman!Gaz whose fins start brightening in color, turning bright orange rather than its muted shade of terracotta, and whose tail wraps around one of your feet, as he sucks on your clit and hears you mewl and moan.

Merman!Gaz who smiles when he feels a rush of liquid rush against his plump lips and down his chin, watching how you go limp and sigh fondly, having peaked against his mouth... and clicks his tongue and smacks his lips, pleased with himself.

Merman!Gaz who continues at it over and over, his tongue diving into your winking hole, and feels your heels dig into the expanse of his back as his arms keep holding his torso above the water so he can remain buried in your cunt.

Merman!Gaz who after you're overstimulated, uses his strong arms to pull himself up onto the rocks atop you and whose lips crash onto yours in a deep, languid kiss, like he's seen so many humans share, noticing your eyes rolling and the fucked out look on your face.

Merman!Gaz who vanishes under the water while you're struggling to catch your breath, catching the way as you jump up, startled, when you noticed he's gone, seemingly distraught that he'd just leave like that.

Merman!Gaz who, weeks later, is lowkey confused as to why his brood pouch didn't swell and he's not releasing any babies, he's pretty sure you two mated?

Part 2:

[coffeegraeme]

Baby

[ghostsbimbo]

The 141 and what they would be as Animal Crossing villager types.

Captain John Price would be a bear normal villager. There's just something about him to me that speaks he would be a normal villager and I can't exactly put my finger on what it is just yet.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley would be a bear cranky villager. I know, he's big, gruff, stoic, and quiet, and we don't get much on his personality. But from what I can gather from his personality, He seems to be a cranky villager to me.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick would be a cat jock villager. He just seems like a gym bro (in the nicest way possible.) like, he's not one of those gym bros that scares the other patrons/makes women uncomfortable. In fact, he's the gym bro that protects the ladies or other patrons if a douche bag does come up to them and start bothering them. He's just an all around wholesome dude, but a jock villager nonetheless.

Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish would be a wolf lazy villager. Now, hear me out. My favorite villager? It's Bob. Bob is a lazy villager. I interact with him on the daily. The things that come out of Bob's mouth? They are things Soap would say and I will not take no for an answer on that subject.

[bug-bites]

LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

[alexkellersgymshorts]

The Mechanics of Hope

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Alex Keller

Single Parent Omega Gaz x Mechanic Alpha Alex Keller

It's always been Gaz and his daughter, Genevieve. Ever since she was born and her father had died in an accident, it'd been just them against the world. Well, them and four pseudo parents that Gaz had picked up. And two best friends.

Either way, he's not really interested in trying to expand what he has. He doesn't really date around, because he doesn't trust new alphas around his daughter.

Of course, one has become rather persistent in trying to court him. But, he doesn't know about Genevieve, and Kyle is positive he's not going to stick around once he finds out.

Warnings: ABO, talks of death, fem leaning terms for omegas

Gaz took a deep breath, holding his head for a moment and trying to push down the migraine that was building. He didn’t have time to see the doctor, again, and he knew it was just because he was pushing himself and his lungs were having trouble filling completely with air. He didn’t want to deal with it, though.

So, he just took a breath. “Genevieve Garrick!” He called, planting his hands on his hips and then going to her room, seeing her very quickly shove a tablet under her pillow. The tablet that “Grandpa Price” had gotten her for her birthday. She was only 7, she didn’t need a tablet…

He’d been ignored on this, though. Shaking his head, he went over and held out his hand. “Come on, just let me have it so it can charge at least.” He softened his tone. It had helped her… Laswell had installed a few speech apps on it, which was helping her communicate, so he supposed he couldn’t be too angry. Even still, it would have been nice to be backed up on something.

She seemed to pout as she gave him the tablet and then he shook his head, hoisting her up and putting her on his hip, ignoring how badly his back ached from her weight, though she was average weight for a seven year old. “Come on, school time.” He said, putting the tablet onto the wireless charging port that Price had so generously bought for it.

She didn’t protest like she normally did, which Gaz was grateful for. Though, he did suspect it had something to do with the Halloween Party that was happening that day. He sat down with her in his lap and helped her get the sparkly black socks she had begged for for her spider costume on. 

“Grandpa Price is going to pick you up from school.” He informed her as he made her stand so he could get the hoodie he’d handsewn extra arms onto. They rose as she moved her arms and he’d also handmade her little sunglasses with extra eyes on them. “Are you okay with that?”

A grin spread across her face and she immediately nodded. “Ice cream?” She asked.

Gaz laughed. “I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll get you some. He mentioned ordering pizza on the phone.” A little sparkle came in her eyes, which were green, the only trait she didn’t seem to get from Gaz. “Come on, Mum’s got some errands to run, love.” 

Gen put her arms up in the air and he gladly picked her up again, dreading the day she’d be too big for him to do that, though it seemed to approach faster and faster.

He grabbed her bag on the way out to the car and helped her into her carseat, though she could already buckle herself. He knew she would soon be out of one, but it was peace of mind until she was. He put the radio on to her favorite station and then started to drive, his mind wandering as it always did.

Gaz had been a teen mom, now only 22. And it had always been him and Genevieve. He wasn’t groomed by her father, no, in fact he’d been a very good partner, a fantastic alpha. Had been ready to step up and be her father, despite hardly being a year older than Gaz. Had even dropped out to get a good job and his family had given them a house.

But… death happens when you least expect it. He’d had a motorcycle and he’d actually been driving to sell it, since they’d need a better car. He was hit by a semi truck on the way there, died instantly. 

The worst part was that it had happened while Gaz was in labor. His water had broke right after his boyfriend had left and he hadn’t wanted to distract him by calling him so he’d had his boyfriend’s mom take him. Got the call right after she was born.

Well, his in-laws support had only lasted as long as their son was alive, because now… they wanted nothing to do with Gaz or his daughter. They’d let him keep the house, which he still owned, but that was it save for enough money to put a down payment on a shitty car as long as he left silently.

Whatever, he hadn’t needed them, anyway. However, the car was a piece of shit. When Gen was only around 3 years old, it’d started to regularly break down and Gaz had had to start taking it to a mechanic. Well, only one hadn’t tried to scam him or overprice him since he was an omega, and that was Price’s shop. 

Hell, Gaz had brought the car in to Price had been when Gen was severely overstimulated from the rattle of the engine, so she’d been crying and poor Gaz had been close to tears himself, trying hard to soothe her without breaking down. 

Price had refused payment and had even fixed several other issues. One of these included calming Gen down, since one of his mechanics, another omega named Soap, who was actually only 17 at the time, had made silly antics which had had Gen, and maybe even Gaz, giggling softly. 

It’d been a silly sight, Soap with his jumpsuit around his waist, doing a dramatic reenactment of a scene from Outlander, a romance show Gaz absolutely hated, but apparently Soap adored. He’d belted out lines, though, and both had clapped once he was done, as Price had came and told Gaz his car was fixed up. “Just come to me, for now.” Price had told him. “Don’t worry about money, just bring ‘er to me.”

Gaz couldn’t afford to insist to pay, so he’d instead broke down sobbing and thanking Price, who had seemed a little uncomfortable. The next time his car had broke down, he’d again gone to him, and Kate Laswell was there. She was an alpha, married to a sweet omega named Diane, and she invited Gaz and Gen to dinner.

From there, all three, and then later Price’s partner, an alpha named Nik, had become sort of like parents to Gaz. Grandparents to Gen. 

Genevieve called Price and Nik Grandpa Price and Grandpa Nik, and she called Diane Mawmaw Diane, and Laswell was just Kate. Laswell apparently didn’t want to feel old so she’d asked to just be called Kate. 

Soap was Uncle Soap, since Soap preferred masculine or alpha leaning terms, and his boyfriend, another omega named Roach, was called Auntie Roachie, though Roach detested the name. Soap had jokingly called him that, once, and Gen had stuck with it. 

Roach was another godsend, actually. See, when Gen was four years old, she got diagnosed with autism. Gaz knew she got it from him but he wasn’t diagnosed and he could pretend he didn’t have it if he really tried. She… couldn’t. Later, he’d learned how bad the terms were, but low functioning had been what she was called.

Roach, however, had apparently been diagnosed similarly. He had given Gaz every resource he had, had told him the name of a child therapist who could help, and helped Gaz pick a speech therapy class for her. Roach was actually still primarily nonverbal because of his own autism. 

So yeah, he hadn’t needed his inlaws. Fuck them. 

But, at home, it was just him and Genevieve. Yeah, Soap, and later another omega friend named Rodolfo, helped him out a lot, but he tried not to ask too much. 

It was him and Genevieve against the world… 

He met his daughter’s eyes in the rearview mirror and then he watched her give him this big toothy grin, complete with a missing front tooth which had just recently fallen out. Price had made some big display of finding her a fancy box to leave it in, which had been so convenient since that meant Gaz didn’t have to desperately scramble to find her damn tooth under her pillow. 

Then, he heard it. A clankering noise which had him fighting not to hit his head against the steering wheel. Immediately, Genevieve’s hands covered her ears, so he handed back her headphones and the ipod he’d gotten for her, just so she could have a way to block out the sound in the car. Had cost him a lot, but it didn’t have internet. 

Ignoring a car honking behind him, he continued on to her school, going into the drop off lane. “Have a good day, Gen!” He told her as he unlocked the doors. She came up to the window so he smiled. “Remember, spiders don’t roar, they hiss.”

She giggled and nodded before hissing, having an easier time due to that missing tooth, though it whistled slightly. “Bye, bye, mama.” She said, which always had his heart warming. He wouldn’t push her, if she remained nonverbal the rest of her life. But, it always made him so happy to hear her say Mum or Mama. 

“Bye, bye, sweet girl.” He murmured, leaning out of the car to kiss her head. He grabbed her headphones off her head since they’d both forgotten and then he tossed them into the seat beside him, watching her run up the stairs to the door. 

She ran up, immediately, to another little girl named Dae, who also had a single mom named Kim Hong-Jin, though he preferred Horangi to his friends. If Gaz remembered correctly, it meant Tiger in Korean. They weren’t really close, but their daughters had found each other and so they interacted for playdates.

It was… actually a rather tragic story how Dae came to be. Made Gaz grateful for a lot. 

Taking a deep breath, he decided to just not put it off, and drove the car to Price’s shop, deciding to just take the bus to run the few errands he needed to. It would be annoying to take groceries home on the bus, but… he’d manage.

He tilted his head at not seeing Soap’s car in the parking lot, though Soap had mentioned he was taking less hours since Roach had convinced him to take a few classes at the local college. Regardless, he parked and got out, going into the building.

There, he was greeted with two alphas, who he didn’t recognize at all. One, a woman, had a warm smile. Her jumpsuit was currently tied around her waist, though she was still covered in grease, and her hair was in a long single braid down her back. “Hello.” She greeted. “What can we do for you?”

The other, a male alpha, caught Gaz’s eye embarrassingly quickly. This may have to do with him being completely Gaz’s type. Gaz was tall for an omega, but this alpha was still Gaz’s height. Blonde, with a slightly fuller five o’clock shadow, and a warm half grin as Gaz stepped in. A sort of charming “how do you do” grin. 

“I uh…” Gaz shook it off, quickly, and turned back to the woman. “Is Price in?”

“He is! He’s in his office.” She nodded. “Do you need to speak with him? He’s on lunch.”

“Oh, I can wait, then.” Gaz answered, feeling guilty for interrupting Price’s lunch. “Um, my name is Kyle-”

“Oh, don’t give that shit, Gaz.” Price chuckled, coming out of his office. “You don’t have to wait. I forgot the damn sack at home, anyway, so I was watching football.”

“Don’t you mean soccer, sir?” The male alpha chuckled, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you watch American football.”

“I mean football, Keller. The right football.” Price glared at the alpha, but his last name stood out to Gaz. Ahhh, Keller. This must be Alex and Farah, then. Laswell had taken in both, sort of like Price had, though they’d apparently been away for college. Both were 24, if Gaz remembered correctly. “Anyway, can you just bring in his car? It’s the shitty Kia.”

“Hey!” Gaz laughed, defending. “It’s my shitty Kia, and it’s been pretty reliable. When… it’s not breaking down.” He muttered that last part, and then sighed. “It’s making that sound again…”

“Probably the belt, again.” Price shook his head. “That bloody thing goes through more belts than I do around Christmas. Farah, can you-”

“On it.” She gave a thumbs up. “Can I have your keys?” She asked Gaz, her eyes soft. “Please.”

Gaz relaxed and then got them out, handing them to her. “Thanks… I have some errands to run, so I’ll be back in a few hours. Please let me pay this time.”

“For a slipped belt?” Price laughed, indignantly. “Here, you can pay by letting me buy you a new car.”

“You’ve done enough…” Gaz shook his head. He’d feel awful if he let Price buy him an entire car. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Well, then, in the mean time… free service. Here, I really don’t want you taking the bus through the city.” Price got out a second set of keys, likely to his truck, and Gaz winced. “Don’t fight me, Gaz.”

Gaz… also really didn’t want to take the bus. “Fine, I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Wonderful.” Price pat his shoulder and then immediately turned to Alex, who Gaz noted had been watching him the entire time. “Well don’t fucking dawdle, Keller! There’s shit to do!” He scolded before going into his office.

“There really isn’t.” Alex chuckled, just moving back behind the little counter. “Hence why he even took his lunch. Well, actually, he took it because Nik threatened to leave his ass if he kept overworking himself.”

Gaz laughed, softly, since that definitely sounded like Nik. “I don’t think we’ve met… I’m Kyle, like I said earlier, but pretty much everyone calls me Gaz.”

“Why?” Alex tilted his head, almost appearing to frown. “I um… sort of fail to see how that fits with Kyle…”

Gaz couldn’t help laughing, softly, since it made sense. “Price started to call me it. I’m not really sure why.”

“Ah. Well, the old man does funny things.” Alex laughed, softly. “I’ll let you get to your errands.”

“Thanks, I’ll let you…” Gaz paused, since Alex had just mentioned that it wasn’t busy.  “Well, be bored, I guess. Dawdle.”

Alex laughed, again, and Gaz hated how he flushed from the sound of it. Look, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, okay? Taking a deep breath, Gaz shook his head. No, don’t go for it. Alphas didn’t want omegas who already had kids. They definitely didn’t want omegas who had the laundry list of health issues that Gaz did. 

So, he just said another goodbye, and quickly left, gladly taking Price’s truck and going to run his errands, dropping the groceries off at home before filling the tank and coming back. It was… twice what he’d have to pay for his own car, but hey, free car service. And, he’d gotten paid a bit more that week, so he could afford it.

When he came back, he was surprised to see Price’s office was closed, which was odd, but Alex was still behind the counter. “Where’s Price?”

“Laswell called.” Alex explained, holding out Gaz’s keys. “Had an issue or something, so he rushed off. Took his other truck.”

“Ah.” Gaz nodded, taking his keys back and giving Alex Price’s keys. “Oh.” He hoped he’d still be picking Gen up, though he had about four hours left, anyway. Gen had an art club after school. “Thanks.”

“Hey, do you want to get coffee sometime?” Alex asked, which startled Gaz and had him blushing dark red. “Or… tea.” He chuckled.

Gaz couldn’t help laughing at the joke. “I…” No, he couldn’t. He did consider indulging for just one coffee date but… no. Alphas really didn’t like single moms. Even still, he didn’t want to just blow Alex off. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I can’t…” He sighed, pretending to be forlorn. “I don’t date mechanics.” He joked. 

“Oh, well if that’s the case, I’ll quit right now.” Alex joked, which made Gaz relax since that meant he had succeeded in not hurting his feelings. “I’m actually studying criminology. You date lawyers?”

“Too stuffy.” Gaz teased, leaning against the counter. “Too uptight.”

“I can be anything but uptight.” Alex grinned, leaning close. 

God, Gaz wanted him so fucking bad but… he couldn’t. So, allowing himself one last disappointed sigh. “Sorry… I don’t date.” He smiled, apologetically. “You’re cute, though. Tell Farah thanks for fixing my car.”

That time, Alex did seem disappointed. “That’s alright.” He seemed to smile, anyway, before nodding. “Have a great day, Gaz.”

“You, too.” Gaz gave a little wave before heading off, trying not to dwell on his own disappointment too much. He reminded himself that single alphas weren’t looking for omegas like him.

As disheartening as that may be.

[verdantcreek]

gaz doodle for the soul