#gazroach

[anonomousegosqueak]

mmmmmmmmmmh

141×royalty AU

*screams*

So. Since I have to keep this one short let's just get to the core of it. Make Roach the Prince, I need his weirdness to come from a detachment from normal people, Price is the king, bonie hat and crown look similar enough to me, Gaz is obviously dating Roach and even price knows about it, but they don't make any public announcement and any public appearence of the two togheter is for friendship (in the historian "they were roommates" style), Gaz is a Knight, Ghost the personal guard of the Prince and Ghost the personal guard of Gaz (so when those two get a room and they have to stay outside they smooch), Price gas been kinda constricted into an arranhed marriage (from which Roach was born) but his wife knows that he is seeing someone else, what the wife doesn't know it's that who Price is seeing is Nik.

Go cap, go!

:0

Boner, is that you?

Nah but seriously, I think it's hilarious y'all are both going fantasy au. And as your captain (who probably never should have gotten the position) I will be taking your beautiful babies and mixing them together until both of your works are unrecognizable! :D

JK I'M KEEPING THEM TWO SEPARATE WORKS BECAUSE THE DYNAMICS AND LORE IS DIFFERENT AND EVEN IF ITS THE SAME SETTING THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOUR WORK SHOULD BE TAKEN AND WARPED WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT!! :DDD

I really love Roach being Price's son/the prince. It just works really well? Also I love "oh no D: I *guess* we just gotta kiss while our respective softies (aka the ones we're protecting)... Discuss plans *wink wink*." (I'm gonna guess you mean Soap is a guard? Not Ghost and Ghost? Maybe you did mean Ghost and Ghost, I love a good 09 meets 23.)

May I offer: his wife doesn't care because *she's* seeing another woman? Maybe even Price's estimated royal assistant (and best friend) Laswell?? OwO?

I'd like to add: 1) Fennec sent in their ask before I posted Boner's, and 2) I'll probably be posting FIFTY BILLION Fennec posts in a row because I've been accidentally ignoring them. Okay toodles!

[yooo-lets-go]

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

[roachs-pet-roach]

Ghost doing this thing where he gets nightmares and his first instinct is to go check on his team (siblings, family, yk the drill)

(doing ghostsoap, Nik x Price, & gaz x roach for this one)

Johnny is first.

He’s usually found in the Lieutenants bed, sprawled across his chest.

Ghost lays there and makes sure he’s breathing.

Gary is next.

He can be found either in the common room, squished behind the couch somewhere, or in Gaz’s bed.

Gaz is next.

He sleeps like the dead, so Ghost has stopped knocking on his door.

He just opens it quietly and watches him breathe for a minute.

Gary’s usually there, squished between Gaz and the mattress.

Gary likes to be squished.

Price is last.

not out of him being Ghost’s least favorite, just out of the fact that Ghost can’t actually comprehend something getting price.

Yes, he worries, but it’s not a tangible fear like it is with the sergeants.

Price is usually in his office, working, relaxing, or that one time Nik brought Vodka as a suprise.

Price pretends not to notice Ghost when he peeks in

If Price isn’t in his office then he’s in his room, asleep.

Sometimes Nik is there, sprawled over him in the master chief death pose.

They’re all used to seeing their lieutenant in their doorway for a minute,

nobody says anything.

sometimes johnny goes with ghost if it was really bad

[sergeantwoods]

soap: *gets down on one knee* ghost: oh my god its happening soap: *falls over* ghost: the poisons finally kicking in

--

soap: am i going too far? gaz: no, no, no. you went too far about seven hours ago. now you're going to prison.

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price: i have ten blank notebooks and i have no clue what to put in them. suggestions? soap: put spaghetti in it. price: im literally taking suggestions from anyone but you. gaz: put spaghetti in it. price: im currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. ghost: put spaghetti in it. price: im no longer taking suggestions.

--

gaz: roach, i'm sad. roach: *holds out arms for a hug* its going to be okay. soap, watching them: ghost, im sad. ghost: mood

--

soap: you lying, cheating, piece of shit!! gaz: oh yeah? you're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD soap: im leaving you, and IM TAKING GHOST WITH ME price, picking up the monopoly board: i think we're going to stop playing now.

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soap: is stabbing someone immoral? gaz: not if they consent to it. ghost: depends on who you're stabbing. price: YES?!? --

soap: self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. price: no, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! ghost: self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! self care is the fear in your enemies eyes !!!! gaz: lmao self care is me takin your birthday cake so i can just eat the frosting soap: if you touch my birthday cake i will eat your hands. -- soap: do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed something on the street and you just didn’t notice it? gaz: stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!! soap: you know what? that wasn't my point at all, but glad i could spread some inspiration.

[cod-dump]

“I’d die for you”

-

Ghost: I’d die for you

Soap: Yea but you don’t actually have to die-

Ghost: Yes I do. How else will you know that I'm serious?

Soap: Please don’t die-

-

Alex: I’d die for you

Farah: Well that’s a problem because I would also die for you

Alex: Ah… that is a problem… Well, how about this. Neither of us die and we instead live for each other

Farah: Commitment to life and each other? Kinky, I like it. Let’s do it

-

Price: I’d die for you

Nik: I killed for you

Price: … Nik-

Nik: I’ve killed so many people for you already

Price: Oh my god-

-

Gaz: I’d die for some pizza

Roach: I’d murder for some pizza

Gaz & Roach: *stare at each other*

Gaz: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Roach: Oh yea- Pizza date

Gaz: That… is not what I was thinking but I’m down

Roach: hell yea

[baremueran]

But may I propose, Gaz and Roach? 🤍

no idea whether i got things right :)

[bluebonnetbandit]

How Price found out his muppets were together:

Simon and Johnny: It took him a few months to figure out. He started suspecting it when their playful flirting over coms got to this point where he felt like he needed to shower after listening to their conversation, but one night he was up late at night and till this day regrets waking down their hall…and now he gets why he’s found poor Gaz sleeping on the couch in the common room multiple times…

Farah and Alex: He figured out slowly. He slowly took notice on all the lingering in their hands touching when they passed each other something, how neither would move their hand or foot when they were touching or overlapping, Farah’s smell always lingering on Alex, and so many more little things. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw a hickey on Alex’s after he and Farah were out for a few hours.

Gaz and Roach: Never fucking knew till he got their wedding invitation. He always thought their flirting was playful because that’s how it looked, especially because Gaz acted the same way with Soap and that’s his best friend.

[concernedgravy]

Surviving the worst of the worst and becoming the best of the best 💖

All four of them never thought they’d live until retirement but thankfully they did and they’d enjoy it to the fullest 🥰

[spectrefyt]

"Confession"

See below the cut for my progress!

[cod-thoughts]

Proclaim eternal victory

Word count: 1.1k

Relationships: GazRoach, Gaz/Roach

Tags: love confession (kind of), first kiss, competitive Roach

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: Happy valentines day @hexxedghost!! I actually really struggled to write something for you cause you like so many things but I did include Roach cause i just had to. Its how we started talking anyway so it had to be done :D I hope i got their dynamic right, it was fun to write smth a little random like this instead of hurt/comfort pffft. I wish i had the time to write smth horror based though those ideas were so goooood, definitely gonna have to revisit that :O You're always so nice and understanding, your DMs have always been open and a safe space to me and for that i want to thank you, genuinely <33

The rivalry had started as a joke.

Gaz liked to talk. Roach, despite his silence, somehow always had the last word.

It was infuriating.

At first, it had been small things—Roach raising an eyebrow at Gaz’s one-liners, shaking his head with mock disapproval when Gaz made a particularly terrible pun. But then, Roach started using his phone to reply, quick texts flashing on the screen with pinpoint sarcasm, perfectly timed to shut Gaz up before he even had a chance to counter. Sometimes, when he wanted to really drive the point home, he signed. Gaz had been making an effort to learn, but he still missed a lot when Roach signed. It certainly didn’t help that Roach had started deliberately making his signs quicker, more subtle, knowing full well Gaz was struggling to keep up.

It should not have been possible for someone who didn’t speak to be this annoying.

It wasn’t just training, either. Roach had developed an uncanny ability to disrupt Gaz’s focus at the most inopportune times. Briefings, field exercises, even casual downtime—there Roach would be, watching him with that insufferable smirk, typing something at a speed that suggested he had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The worst part? Everyone else was enjoying this.

“You’re a menace,” Gaz muttered after Roach absolutely obliterated him in a training exercise, landing a clean shot before Gaz had even spotted him.

Roach, ever smug, pulled out his phone and held it up: Get good.

Gaz swatted the phone out of his face with a huff, only for Roach to catch it effortlessly, flashing a shit-eating grin before pocketing it.

Soap and Ghost, the ever-present audience to their nonsense, watched on with far too much amusement.

“Y’know, Gaz,” Soap mused, stroking his chin like he was deep in thought, “for someone who’s meant to be the witty bastard on this team, you’re lettin’ Roach run circles round you.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “I am not letting him do anything.”

Roach, with the worst timing imaginable, sent a single message to his phone. Gaz felt the buzz in his pocket and, with a sinking feeling, pulled it out to read it.

Yeah, but you still can’t keep up.

Gaz turned to glare at Roach, who merely tilted his head with an expression of pure, innocent delight.

“Oh, that’s it—” Gaz began, but then Roach signed something quickly to Ghost. Whatever it was, it sent the normally stoic man into a low chuckle, shaking his head as he walked away.

“What? What did he say?” Gaz demanded, looking between them. Ghost just patted him on the shoulder.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about, mate.”

Gaz turned to Roach, eyes narrowing. “That’s dirty play.”

Roach smirked behind his mask but didn’t deny it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

The next time Roach got the drop on him in training, Gaz decided to fight dirty. He grinned, wide and slow, and stepped right into Roach’s personal space, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brushed.

Roach, who had been infuriatingly confident up until now, immediately stilled, blinking at him with sharp, surprised eyes. Gaz didn’t miss the way Roach’s fingers twitched by his side, like he was debating stepping back but refused to give in.

Gaz smirked. “What, cat got your tongue?”

Roach’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dangerous in his gaze, but Gaz saw the faintest dusting of pink across his cheekbones and oh, this was brilliant.

Gaz was just about to revel in his small victory when Roach, moving faster than Gaz could react, reached up and flicked him on the forehead.

“Oi—”

Roach pulled out his phone, typed something quickly, and held it up for Gaz to read.

Try harder, pretty boy.

Gaz’s brain short-circuited.

Soap cackled. Ghost actually laughed, which was worse. Gaz was left standing there, ears burning, fists clenched, as Roach just walked away, supremely satisfied with himself.

Gaz seethed.

Alright. Fine. Roach wanted to play this game? He’d show him.

The next few days were war. Gaz spent every moment he could trying to get one up on Roach, but every attempt only seemed to amuse the other man more. Whether it was sparring, training drills, or even meal breaks, Roach found some way to fluster him. He’d smirk behind his mask, tap a quick message, and watch with clear amusement as Gaz gritted his teeth. He started stealing Gaz’s seat at meal times, casually handing him his phone with a text that read mine now before returning to eating like nothing had happened.

Gaz had never wanted to throttle someone more in his life.

It wasn’t fair. Gaz was supposed to be the smooth one. The fast talker. The one who could charm his way out of anything. And yet, every time Roach smirked at him or sent a cheeky message, Gaz felt his stomach do flips.

One evening, when they were walking back from the gym, Gaz decided it was time for revenge. He waited for the perfect moment—Roach, distracted, stretching out his arms, looking smug as ever—and stepped in front of him, blocking his path and guiding him into a slightly more secluded corner. 

Roach quirked an eyebrow, amused, but before he could sign or reach for his phone, Gaz lifted a hand and hooked his fingers under the edge of Roach’s mask.

Roach stilled. His hands didn’t move to stop Gaz, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—just a moment where he let Gaz decide what happened next.

Slowly, deliberately, Gaz pulled the mask down, revealing Roach’s lips, slightly parted in surprise. Gaz felt his breath hitch at the sight of him, and for once, Roach wasn’t smirking, wasn’t teasing—he was watching Gaz like he was waiting for something.

So Gaz gave it to him.

He leaned in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was slow, deliberate—less about winning and more about the way Roach melted into it. Roach made a soft, startled sound against his mouth before he kissed back, his fingers curling instinctively into Gaz’s hoodie. Gaz let himself sink into it, into the warmth, the way Roach’s breath hitched when he tilted his head just so.

The world around them blurred. The distant sounds of the base, the ever-present murmur of other soldiers moving about none the wiser to the revelation that Gaz was having right now—it all faded to the feeling of Roach’s lips against his, the way his breath stuttered when Gaz moved just slightly closer.

By the time Gaz pulled back, they were both slightly breathless.

Roach blinked at him, lips red, pupils dark. For the first time ever, he had nothing to say.

Gaz grinned, victorious, his voice smug but warm. “Gotcha.”

Roach’s fingers twitched—half instinct, half hurried—before he pulled out his phone and typed furiously.

Gaz had barely a second to brace himself before Roach turned the screen towards him.

Do it again.

Gaz’s breath hitched.

Oh, he was in so much trouble.

[anonomousegosqueak]

Who takes the last name in the 141 shipping tree?

(Soap x Ghost, Gaz x Roach, Price x Nikolai, and Laswell x Laswell's wife)

SoapGhost-

I think Simon is taking the last name MacTavish. I see so many 'Johnny takes the last name' but I really don't think so! Si doesn't exactly have a good family and the MacTavish's took him in so quickly. That, and Johnny Riley sounds dumb. Simon MacTavish fits much better.

RoachGaz-

The one that started this. I think either they gotta hyphenate or Kyle is taking Gary's. Why? Because Gary Garrick is absolutely awful. No one should be named that. Kyle Sanderson is good though! Besides, Mama Sanderson is so sweet, she's practically Kyle's second mom already. It's not that we don't like the Garrick family... I just hate Gary Garrick.

NikPrice-

Another obvious one. Nikolai doesn't even have a last name, the goober. I think either they don't switch names, Nik takes John's. The only reason I'm hesitant is because John goes by Price (not cool enough for a callsign) and I think it would trip them up. Still, I can see one Nikolai Price.

LaswellSara (I like her name being Sara)-

The whole reason I added this one? Because I wanna believe Kate took her wife's name. I love the idea that Sara was Price's wife before Kate (thank you Boner) and I wanna believe she took his name. Second time around she wasn't ready to go through all the paperwork again and just made Kate take hers. Kate's not complaining, Laswell is a pretty name.

Tldr: they're all gay.

[yooo-lets-go]

Dear followers, today I offer you: this bullshit

Tomorrow: who knows

[roachs-pet-roach]

obligatory dec 3rd hcs

ghoap, gazroach, nikprice for these hcs

Ghost refused to get a jacket or hoodie with his name on it

It just felt weird

That was until he started his thing with soap

his hoodies kept going missing.

He had a few idea as to where they went.

Soldiers wore each others jackets sometimes

After all, Gary was usually seen with “GARRICK” on the back of his jacket.

Gaz usually seen with “SANDERSON”

Price wasnt usually so obvious

but every one in awhile his hoodies or shirts ended up with russian lettering on them.

Eventually Ghost resorted to getting a jacket with “RILEY” across the back

his hoodies started returning at the expense of that jacket going missing.

he almost choked the first time he saw Soap in the mess with ‘RILEY’ across his back

He’d dragged the man back to his room

“the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”

He’d growled as he’d shoved johnny against the door

Soap had just given him that shit eating grin

Ghost had just kissed Johnny senseless as he wrestled the jacket off him.

there was a lot of giggling from johnny

that night Ghost’s jacket was replaced with a hoodie that read “MACTAVISH” across the back

this was entirely self-indulgent 😔

[thejacketscloset]

Soap and Gaz are each others go-to person when they're feeling really down when on base for the longest time, and every single time they have the same solution to cheer each other up.

They always take a walk off base to a nearby convince store and get ""a little treat"". Of course, as they're walking they're being dumbasses and saying the strangest shit to get the other to laugh, and their ritual works well.

This also just so happens to be the times where they'll talk about whomever they may or may not be swooning over, Soap talks non stop about the mixed signals he gets from Ghost and how his crush is tearing him apart. Gaz lists all the ridiculous things that Roach got up to throughout the day and how hopelessly in love he keeps falls despite it all. Gaz is completely unhelpful with Soap's crush, so he decides to get some revenge.

Roach gets invited to their little snack run, and Soap has to hold in his laughter as he watches his best friend hopelessly swoon and panic throughout the night.

[cod-dump]

Cold

———

Price: *in the lounge*

Nik: *walks in, bundled up*

Price: Cold outside?

Nik, smiling: Yea

Price: Why are you-? MOTHERFUCKER-

Graves: *snuck in through the kitchen and behind Price so he could stick his cold hands in Price’s shirt*

Price, jumping off the couch to get away from Graves: Phil- NIK NO-

(In the mess hall)

Gaz: -then Alejandro said- *stops what he’s doing*

Soap: What-? Oh-

Price: *runs past the mess hall doors screaming*

Nik & Graves: *run past after him cackling*

Gaz: Ah, cold hand attack

Soap: God I hate those

Ghost: *walks through the doors and heads straight for Soap, clearly having just come in from outside*

Soap: NO- STAY AWAY-

Ghost: *stops for a moment before he dramatically takes off his gloves and runs at Soap*

Soap: *falls out of his chair, scrambling off the floor before he runs* NO NO NO-

Gaz, watching Ghost chase Soap around the mess hall: Ah, sometimes it pays being single

Gaz: *eyes widen when he sees Roach standing in the door way, covered in fresh snowflakes and staring right at him*

Gaz: Oh fuck-

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Selectively mute Roach gets handed the aux cord.

Roach, who learned all his music from his Deaf and HoH friends who listen to it for the bass: *puts on the most vile, hardcore, punk-emo song about killing someone for pleasure*

Roach, signing: ‘SONG THIS’ ‘I LOVE’

Roach: *kicks his feet and bobs his head as a kid might, smiling slightly to the beat*

The rest of the 141: “what the fuck…”