#gaz is so … beautiful

[deargaz]

mini poly!141 x reader at the end.

you were set to marry kyle — the prince and to-be-king from the neighboring kingdom. it was a usual pact to strengthen the relations between the kingdom you belonged to and his, and you couldn’t help but resent both your father and your future husband. more so your father, so desperate and pleading in front of a man ‘superior’ than him. you just loathed such relations, but again, anything for a better future in your old kingdom, right?

kyle’s surprisingly calm, gentle even. you are glad that he doesn’t force you into anything on the night of your wedding. he could read the anxiety etched on your face as if you were some open book, and being vulnerable around him did nothing but heighten your nerves.

you stick mostly to yourself, spending time in the palace’s library or the gardens. he’s perfectly content from watching you from afar, though that is obviously naught but a lie. all he does is dream of holding you in his arms and kissing all of your worries away.

unbeknownst to you, it’s not only your husband who’s got his eyes on you. his most trusted knights share similar feelings – the one with the mohawk is first to indulge – attempting to impress you with flowers he’d pick from the garden alongside poorly crafted attempts at flirting. kyle loves spending his time conversing with his trusted knights, his close friends really, about you.

it was only a matter of time he’d start losing his patience and drag you into his bedroom, maybe even invite one or two in occasionally once you were comfortable. his knights deserve the best too, after all.

[sky-is-the-limit]

One big thank you to Elliot Knight. Thank you for playing Kyle and thank you for looking like a fucking Greek God and being the hottest MW character and though the Gaz nation isn't as big, we're definitely the luckiest bc GOD DAMN BOY I'M GOING FUCKING INSANE-

(I'm literally Greek so I can confirm, I sacrifice goodies to him every good ol' Tuesday evening)

[temeyes]

My beautiful blue eyed princess Soap Mactavish.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Princess of Scotland, the first of his name-

[hbma]

Reader (me) w/ Price and Soap:

Reader w/ Ghost and Gaz:

Imagining Johnny who has a bit of a staring problem. Reader who’s mildly intimidated by how his eyes are so blue. Tells him to put on some brown contacts. Johnnys now offended. Reader who likes to take jabs at Price and tells him the same thing.

Reader: “I don’t argue with men who have big brown eyes; like whatever you say pookie” *points to Simon and Kyle* “case in point: those two”

[girl-lostconnection]

I’m sorry but Kyle “Gaz” Garrick in THESE

[s0fter-sin]

idk why it wouldn’t let me answer this @kissmesharman but i absolutely love this, ghost not knowing how to process his omegan traits, to allow himself to be the one who is vulnerable and be protected instead of protecting is so ‼️ being soft, being open and accepting always came with consequences; it was always met with pain and betrayal and you only have to learn a lesson so many times before it sticks

the insidious ways roba and his ilk tried to force him into complacency, using their pheromones and rumbling and scruffing to trick his instincts into submitting- all they did was make ghost bury his omega so deep inside, he almost laughed at the irony of his own burial. even after he’s exhumed, he doesn’t hear it for years; naturally doesn’t heat even without suppressants, doesn’t purr, doesn’t feel that innate safety an alpha’s presence is supposed to bring

just being near other designations calms you down, whether they’re family, pack or even strangers thrown together in too-cramped barracks. it levels out your hormones, gives you people to act your instincts out on, and it’s never a surprise to walk into the cherries’ barracks and find them all tucked inside the resident omega’s nest; discordant purrs and chuffs layering over each other, too-big feet tangled together, still young enough for the milky smell of pup to cling to the edges of their scent especially clumped together like this. a lot of them won’t make it through selection, won’t find pack in each other but it’d be cruel to strip them of this simple comfort

ghost hasn’t stepped inside a nest in almost a decade

hasn’t felt the desire to build up softness and safety, to spread that feeling of home to the 141 even after he admits to himself that they’re pack. even after months of rejection - growling at soap’s happy chuffs whenever he saw him, pumping off bitterly aggressive pheromones to drown out gaz’s pack?home?safe?good? scent until he knew the beta felt sick with the sour poison, avoiding price whenever he was in pre-rut despite it being the most tempting and warm time of year for an omega to be near an alpha, those days before the terrible need when alphas are all affection, rut drunk with the happiness and safety of pack - they still welcomed him with open arms and bared necks as if he were a second pack alpha and not an omega

he’ll posture and loom over any unfamiliar presence, anyone that could potentially be a threat to his pack; his growls a thunderous undercurrent that shakes the very ground and makes anyone who hears it submit on instinct. soap and gaz happily submit to him; almost vibrating in place when he scents them, enduring their appeasing nibbles and licks at his hidden mouth, falling to heel whenever he decides to take over a situation. price shows it in other ways; nose blind after too many breaks and too many cigars, he lets ghost gentle him when his stress reaches its peak, hangs his head and just breathes as ghost threads his fingers together and cups them around his neck, squeezing his scent glands with his palms. ghost bumps their temples together and they’ll just stand there until the burnt scent of tension leaks out of the air

they’re not shy with their submission until most people just assume ghost’s an alpha based purely on the actions of his pack

they’ll never point it out, but the 141 has never suffered for lack of a pack nest. bc ghost unknowingly makes individual nests wherever they go

he’ll push soap into the comfiest sofa cushion after scoping out a safe house, tug gaz’s jacket straight when he uses it as a pillow and eye mask in one, pace in front of the bedroom price claimed to ensure his pack alpha is safe inside his den. he divies out rations, always opens them and switches the desserts so gaz and soap don’t argue over who got the better one; takes the instinctual first bite of anything scavenged or hunted to know it’s safe just to wait until everyone’s done eating and full before taking his own portion. they all present themselves for ghost’s inspection after missions; lets him run his hands and nose over them to check for injuries and it’s ghost who more often than not ends up taking care of them instead of sending them down to medical

they’ll never tell him, never make him face his own behaviour before he’s ready to come to terms with it himself. as much as ghost’s convinced himself otherwise, his omega is alive and well and his pack will welcome his shy return whenever he feels ready to step back into the light

[tolucalakke]

gaz....oh gaz how i love you.....🤲🏻

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

"Presenting, Simon "Black Swan" Riley

I seriously have a love-hate relationship with CODM for this

THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY LMAO

This one is Soap

[farahfriday]

more paulwell … there are cathedrals everywhere for those with eyes to see. and delicious fucked up lesbians for those with minds to crackship

[jgvfhl]

Owlie continues practicing humans that are not Temuera Morrison (bc that's what you get when you're a TCW fan) this February, so here we have some Kyle "Rizz" Garrick and @cod-dump's ShadCo OC named Moose! And they are just lovely, aren't they? @totally-not-fandom @worldseer @mysticalgalaxysalad

[priceinjection]

everyday i thank whatever cosmic forces gave me my imagination because i was driving today and ‘Take on me’ by a-ha came on and all i could think about is the 141 putting on the best drunk performance of their lives at a bar on karaoke night (soap and gaz dragged price and ghost into it)

[sky-is-the-limit]

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[temeyes]

Gaz sketch c/mm for @iinmysights!! (lowkey had too much fun w/ it)

[marsspeedway]

I did 20 of these things in one go... I think I have a problem.

[wishfuldivine]

OMG OMEGA GAZ i have brain worms!

but also: omega!gaz being the territorial one. ignoring all other people who think they’re subtly rubbing their scents on his alphas and replacing them like he’s simply batting off a fly.

the girl hanging off of soap at a pub, possibly a little tipsy, is barely looked at while gaz beckons soap over for kisses and nuzzles. and soap like a lost boat at sea steps to the beautiful light that is his omega.

price and the new recruits who are a little starstruck seeing him do a demo are interrupted by gaz stealing his kerchief (or even hat) and wiping it over his scent glands. he tucks it back in it’s like nothing happened, leaving price with a smile and wave.

ghost, poor ghost, knows this person is flirting with him but they don’t stop thinking him just hard to get. queue gaz coming around the corner and trilling with delight at the sight of his big, patient alpha, close to blowing a fuse. and ghost’s standing straighter as gaz circles him a few times before kissing his mask and walking off.

(he gets in a little trouble later for this. for leaving them all wanting him and unable to find him because he disappears somewhere after they need a quick rut or another.) — 🖤

THIS! THIS THIS THIS!

OMEGA GAZ IS A LITTLE SHIT AND WE KNOW IT!

He would be the type to show off at anyone who thought they had a chance with his alphas. And this time, it's no different. His beautiful brown eyes clash with the girl that was trying to get a shot at Soap and smirks. He keeps eye contact as his mouth finds Soap's neck and bites. His inner wolf snickers at the defeated look on the girl's face.

Upon noticing how the new recruits looked on with heart eyes, he makes it clear who Price belongs to. And to add a little more salt to the wound, he proceeds to scent him in front of everyone. He then walks away with a smile and wave, not one bit remorseful.

When he rounds the corner and sees Ghost, he brightens up and circles him (completely ignoring the person trying to flirt with the alpha). His inner wolf purrs at the immediate attention he gets from the lieutenant. He grins at that and rewards him with a kiss on his masked lips and then walks off.

The alphas find Gaz later that night and punish him for hours. The poor Omega is unable to walk. Good thing he was off duties the following days.

[shadow0-1]

honk shoo