#Kyle garrick

[temeyes]

'eepy lieutenant

[gloomwitchwrites]

Your Royal Highness, could I please request the 141 boys and how they would react if Reader pulled the “Is it okay if I touch?” Clock App trend on them 😌

Peasant, you may have what you've requested. Remember, in real life, we don't touch people without their consent. But this is fiction...and I can do whatever the fuck I want. :)

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, dirty thoughts, pranks, humor, flirting, western au (Soap)

Word Count: 800

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John Price

There are children everywhere. There are also helicopters and Humvees. It’s controlled chaos. John is trying hard not to stress.

Whose idea was it to have the local school visit base?

Price stands next to the open Humvee door. There’s a young boy in the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel, making car noises like he’s an F1 driver. Gaz sits in the passenger seat, grinning, pretending to cling to the interior of the Humvee like they’re in a race.

Price snorts and shakes his head. As he glances away, his attention catches on the woman approaching him. You’re pretty. There’s a softness about you that he’d like to understand. Price thinks you’re walking by, but you pause, smiling at him with a flirty smirk.

Bloody hell.

You’d look gorgeous bent over the backseat of the Humvee.

“May I touch it?”

“Course you can,” replies Price, expecting you to place your hand on the hood. You touch him instead, resting your hand on his bicep. That smirk widens, and Price nearly groans under that look.

You drop your hand, backing up. Retreating.

No. Not happening. You’re staying here. With him.

“You can put that hand back, love,” he purrs.

John "Soap" MacTavish

The dust kicks up as Johnny brings his horse to a stop. This town doesn’t even have a name. It’s just a dot on the map.

“Good girl,” he purrs, lightly rubbing the horse’s neck.

The few people about frown in his direction, clearly a bit fearful of a stranger. It’s a normal reaction every time he arrives somewhere new. But he won’t be here for long. Johnny needs a stiff drink and a willing woman.

“Is it safe to touch?”

Johnny turns, glancing down at the beautiful woman staring up at him. Your voice is a sweet song, one that Johnny wants to hear all night. Preferably with you under him.

“Pretty thing like you can touch whatever she wants,” replies Johnny with a flirty smirk.

Johnny knows you’re talking about the horse, and when you reach out, he expects you to pet its hide. But you touch him instead, caressing his thigh with a teasing smile.

A willing woman. And a stiff drink.

You quickly drop your hand, clasping them in front of you. Johnny slides off his horse. He leans against the saddle and you match his movement.

A willing woman.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Is it safe to pet?”

Simon glances up from his phone. You stand in front of the small outdoor table, an eagerness in your eye. You’re an adorable thing. Bright. A spot of sunshine. Simon sees an opportunity here.

Most people avoid Bravo. The all-black German Shepherd is imposing when he’s not wagging his tail.

Simon quickly checks Bravo’s demeanor. The German Shepherd has his head up, ears alert with interest, and his tail smack smack smacks against the concrete.

“He’s safe,” replies Simon with a smile.

You step forward, going down on your knees beside Simon. He reaches for the leash, just to make sure Bravo doesn’t jump on you in his excitement. But your hand passes over his, pausing there. You bat your eyelashes at Simon, and he melts into a fucking puddle.

It’s a deliberate but brief touch. Then you’re scratching behind Bravo’s ears, your focus on the dog.

“Who’s a good boy?” you coo. “You are. You’re a good boy.”

Bravo’s tail thumps harder, tongue lolling with happiness.

You can call me a good boy, sweetheart.

“He likes you,” muses Simon.

You smile warmly. “I like him.”

An opportunity. Blooming.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Nice bike.”

Kyle’s head turns. A beautiful woman stands before him, giving him a look that’s irresistible. The bike always attracts stares, but very few actually approach him to talk.

“Thank you,” he replies, sitting up a bit straighter.

Your smile widens, and Kyle melts. You’re a sweet thing. He can tell. This is an opportunity for him, a chance to make a move. He’s always flirting with strangers on his socials, but there’s the buffer of the screen. This is an actual woman standing before him showing interest.

“Can I touch?” you ask, not looking away from his visor.

Goddamn. The eye contact if you were beneath him would be intense.

Kyle nods. “Yeah,” he laughs. “You can touch.”

As you reach out, Kyle believes that you’re aiming for his bike. But your hand skirts the bike, landing on his thigh. You lightly squeeze. Rub. Then your hand falls away. Blood rushes to Kyle’s dick.

Shit. Fucking hell.

There’s no way you’re escaping. He’s keeping you.

“Can I go for a ride?”

On the bike or on my dick, love?

Before Kyle can answer, Johnny, his riding buddy, leans forward. “He’s got two things you can ride on, lass.”

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[goatgoesmbe]

People often wondered how Kyle Garrick could stay composed while working.

how he could be so.. emotionally stable.

how he was always able to temper down his rage and stay calm as he followed his captain's order, even if it was against the morals he believed in.

sure, his anger might show from time to time, but he could always keep it under control in the end.

he'd say that it took patience.. as time molded him into the perfect soldier he was..

what people didn't know was, every time he needed to let out some steam, he would knock on the door to your quarters.

being a medic meant you would do your best to take care of him so he could perform his best on the field.

at least that's what you said.

he took it that you wouldn't mind being his pretty little chew toy, do you?

[abusivegymrat]

Being the only female in 141, but not in the 12 year old wattpadd writer “they all wanna fuck me uwu” way…

cute lil drabble (im sleep deprives as hell)

wc: 243

These men have no idea how to do the most basic tasks, taking care of themselves be damned.

They looked at you like they saw a ghost the first time you sat down with something on your plate that wasn’t a can of corn, beans, tuna or MRE’s. Holy shit, you’re eating from a plate, love!

And it was like you grew three heads when you wiped the table after Gaz spilled water, why didn’t you let it dry? Or that time you had to broom the dead mice out of the safe house. We could have lain down next to them, sweetheart! Oh when you made dinner for them? You won their hearts…

This wasn’t about gender roles, no, you weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t the problem for doing it, they were the problem for being so fucking dumb.

“Are you lot some sort of loyalty as in riches, or fucking rags?”

“Wha’?” Simon blurts.

“Are you this incompetent because you’ve never done anything and people did shit for you your entire life, or are you completely useless?” The genuineness in your voice is a shock factor itself, enough to make the captain’s eyebrows raise.

“Lass, are you okay—“

“Soap, you just told me you’ve never held a broom in your life.”

One time, Gaz was cleaning ketchup from the table with rounded motions, smearing it over the table. Your breath hitched. “GARRICK!”

They’re nervous around you since.

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[slaughter-kin]

YEAH? AND?

[goaskangel]

how the 141 eat you out !!

price, ghost, gaz, soap headcanons ^o^

price likes to keep things easier for himself. augh, he’s just getting older by the minute and can’t keep up with your youth—doesn’t mean he’ll let his birdie down, of course. he’ll shush any overthought anxieties that come from you when he tells you to get up and sit on his face. 

laying down on your comfy, shared bed and patting the space next to him, praising you, “tha’s a good girl,” when you comply, hovering over his jaw. your clothed pussy’s drenched middle sends soft grins to the man below you, he takes a quick lick at the sweet slick seeping through and hums in delight. 

he wastes no time to rip them away to kiss and suck at his favorite girl. his big hands massage your thighs to keep them open as his beard tickles and scratches at your inner thighs, his obscene spits and skilled tongue’s noises are faint under the hearty moans you let out. you sure as hell won’t be strong enough to get up from the sheets when he’s pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

ghost is just nasty with it. he doesn’t care where you guys are or what you’re doing, if he’s craving the taste of you on his tongue, he’ll go for it. his speciality being kneeled down and smothering his face into your cunt. in public, he’ll push you and seduce you enough into going into a bar’s stingy bathroom, “nobody will catch us, ‘ere, love. just follow me.” 

he’ll sacrifice his good jeans to kneel down on the dirty floor when he’s got you sat on the clogged sinks, your short dress coming up even shorter as he hooks his fingers down to get to you. simon lifts his cloth mask up just above his nose to kiss and suck at your sloppy folds. he could almost laugh at how nervous you were before to just how wet you were for him and how loud you were moaning, but he just shoves his face deeper into you. 

and some–most–of the time, he’ll get on his knees in the kitchen where you stand at the counter, jumping slightly with the surprise of your boyfriend behind you, lifting your little robe up to shove his tongue to your pussy. he loves spreading your ass, kissing ‘em gently as well before focusing on swirling his tongue on your clit. he’s definitely leaving bite-marks on your ass. 

gaz is awfully impressive with how he eats you out. from how his mouth tongue-fucks yours and his skilled fingers rolling waves in your cunt, he loooves combining the two when he gets the chance to kiss your pretty pussy. when you’re both home from a long day and he joins you in the bedroom, kissing up on your face as you hold him, giggling, before trailing down your body to your open legs.

he undresses you with smooth and romantic touches, his lips holding that same love. pressing little kisses around your slicked folds and finally frenching with your clit. he’s trying to hide his eagerness but he can’t help it, you instantly start writhing when he licks pressured tongue-kisses on your needy bud, waiting until you produce enough slick yourself to slither two fingers inside.

you gasp at the impact and involuntary feel your eyes roll back at the double satisfaction. the feeling of kyle’s fingers rubbing right on your gummy spot inside you while he’s sucking your clit right gives you an early climax. he sits up, licking his lips as his hand goes past his waistband, “needy, needy girl. how’s about your cunt kissing something else?” 

soap goes to you almost always the same way when he wants you. just comfy, what you think is plain and boring-old you. you’re lying lazily on the couch, watching some show that came on until johnny comes in with love-filled eyes. ( i mean when aren’t they??? )

he admires the pretty figure of your body just relaxing, your shirt loose but tight enough to emphasize the curves of your tits. maybe you’re not wearing a bra and he’s literally drooling at the nice plump shadow of your shirt. he finds his spot between your legs, pulling your shorts off with his teeth, “don’t mind me, bonnie. continue whatcha doin’.” but god it’s so hard to focus on the crappy tv show when he’s just lapping at your sweet pussy and stimulating your puffy lips with his tongue. 

your body moves in waves as you whine at his stupidity. but it’s not stupidity at all but rather the best fucking session he’s given to you. just random love he’s making to your cunt with his tongue. you pull and tease at the tufts of hair, climaxing immediately when he looks up at you with the same slyest and sexiest gaze he got you with.

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[lushrue]

tf 141 as police officers anyone? dubcon, afab!reader

this was not how you wanted to spend your weekend.

you'd graciously agreed to go out for your friend's bachelorette party. she'd all but begged you to be there for her last night of freedom, so how could you not show up for her? now, though, after three too many shots and sitting in the drunk tank of the local police station, you were beginning to wish you'd stayed curled up on your couch.

you weren't even entirely sure what had happened. one moment, you were walking to your next bar, your body floating along with the crowd. the next, your friends were catcalling some random men across the street and the red and blue lights started flashing in your periphery.

the officers that arrested you had been nice enough, you supposed. they were understanding of your situation, but not understanding enough to let you out of a public intoxication charge. the more senior one, captain price, had given you your own police car away from your friends after you'd complained about your head pounding. if he copped a feel as he helped you into the seat, no one but the two of you had to know.

his sergeant, garrick, chatted you up as you rode the couple of minutes to the local jail. he was friendly, conversational, if a bit flirtatious. you weren't sure a cop was supposed to compliment a prisoner's hair or the way her dress showed off her tits so much.

but the two cops serving as jail wardens were by far the worst. sergeant mactavish had been the one to book you in, taking your fingerprints and filling out the necessary paperwork to cite you. inhibitions lowered by the copious amounts of vodka you'd been talked into consuming, you told him his tattoos made him look hot. he seemed to take that as a green light, murmuring in your ear about how bonnie you were the whole time he was booking you.

lieutenant riley just unnerved you. you could see him staring through the window of the thick metal door, the bars not deterring him one bit. clearly, he could see as much as he needed to. he hadn't stopped staring since he'd thrown you into the cell.

your friends had taken notice too, the way the officers seemed to take a liking to you. the group of them hatched a clever, albeit drunken, plan to use you as bait to escape. if you were completely in your right mind, you would've refused without a second thought. however, fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, it sounded genius to your alcohol-logged brain.

you sauntered up to the door, standing on your tiptoes to bring your chest into view. you put on your best pout, holding the bars of the small window. "sergeant johnny?" you slurred, your fingers dancing suggestively along the length of the bars. "me and my friends are thirsty. can you and your friend get us some water?"

the giggles of the girls behind you let you know how good your performance was, and you put on the best flirtatious smile you could muster while drunk. the two officers looked at each other, seeming to contemplate for a moment, before they both came directly to your cell. the heavy door swung open, hinges squeaking.

"why don' ya come with us, troublemaker?" mactavish purred, crooking his finger at you. his lieutenant stood behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"we can give ya just wha' ya need."

[lostintransist]

Kyle and Johnny noticed you as you rolled the bar into place for hip thrusts. They were working on arms today. Sometimes their gym time with you would overlap. The three of you were on the smiling and nodding level.

When they could the couple left their apartment and used a local gym as opposed to the one on base. This one had better amenities and less lunk-heads trying to one up them because they were SAS. The being gay didn't help the matters.

Today they were in for a treat.

A man stepped up behind you mid-set. You paid him no mind.

Johnny and Kyle clocked it. They were done with their set and both sipping on their respective drinks. Eye contact confirmed the other had seen and were ready to intervene.

"Why are you practicing with so much weight?"

Without breaking your concentration you reply, bodying the man.

"I use this much weight so when your girlfriend rides my strap she knows what a real man can do."

Kyle did an Oscar worthy spit-take. Johnny, by contrast, choked on his drink. Kyle slapped his boyfriend on the back a few times.

The man who you had insulted so effortlessly sputtered and walked away when you didn't pause after your set of five like you normally would.

When Johnny could breathe again he and Kyle scooted closer. Silently counting the plates his eyes shot up and up and up.

"Damn. Do you need a friend?" Kyle made eye contact with you in the mirror as you rest the weights on the mat.

"Or some boyfriends who ride strap?" Johnny piped up.

Kyle slapped his shoulder, glaring.

You sputtered a laugh.

"How about a coffee date and we can see where things go from there?" You smile up at them.

"Hell yeah," Johnny grins down you.

"Free after this?" Kyle smirks.

After a glance up and down them in the mirror you agree.

Making two new gym friends is always a treat.

Gym Adventures:

John Price| Simon | Phillip Graves

[mina-org]

Okay so gaz’s gf that just fawns over him like always calls him sergeant and hypes him up because of his rank and Kyle gets all shy because it’s not that big a deal but she is so proud of him and just thinks he’s the best thing ever because that’s the truth. And gaz adores it because he gets to play hero, he watched Hercules and was like that’s me !!

And gaz gets comfortable, a little too comfy and s/o notices. Gaz used to praise them too. Whenever they came home with good news gaz would celebrate maybe a lil cupcake but time passes and a/o could reach up into the stars and hand him one and gaz would ask for the sun, his praise becomes somewhat unattainable and his eyes start to wander and his favour wanes and s/o is going crazy doing anything for him and it just breaks them, their lost to their own melancholy and gaz comes home to an empty house after his deployment.

No banners or bunting, no hearty meals. Just a cold flat haunted by you. Everywhere he looks he sees your impact, from the yellow kitchen to pink bathroom, he’s hoping you’ll come out of the wall paper in the bedroom but you never do.

It’s all gone.

The last part of you lays on the table. An envelope labelled Dear Kyle.

[sigh-tofm]

when they come home drunk…

… price

- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.

… kyle

- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.

… johnny

- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.

… simon

- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.

[insectvomit]

FUCKING Kyle...<3

his slide for the presentation i made lmfao

his baby girl is also pretty

please laugh

You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

[shadow0-1]

sergeant 🥰

[temeyes]

when ur captain asks u to hold the flashlight for him

[goatgoesmbe]

If you texted them, saying that you're in the shower..

Soap would reply with "without me?" Then asked for nudes

While Ghost would ask for a pic of you putting up your hair like an antenna with the shampoo

Gaz knew what you wanted from him by texting him that ;) and would ask if you wanted to vidcall

Price replied with: 👍

[master-ploseph-koon]

he’s so Boyfriend ™

My other little cutie patootie 🫶🤭😍