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ghastlybirdie · 1 year ago

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader

Warnings: None really, Gaz being a playful menace maybe, incorrect military titles/workings, not proofread

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Despite it being the end of a workday you and your little office department are left with a cruel trick on Halloween in the form of a massive load of paperwork from one of your superiors. Someone comes along and throws a wrench into your evening.

“One, two, someone’s coming for you! Three, four, better lock your door! Five, six get a crucifix! Seven, eight, better stay up late! Nine, ten-”

“Shut it, ya nitwits! Ya don’t even have the bloody song right!”

The door to your office did little to muffle the drunken cacophony of off-key singing of the Halloween party going on outside your tiny little office. Despite your best efforts and warnings, someone had been able to sneak a bottle of liquor into the party and dump its contents into some of the fruit punch; something about the ‘blood’ needing a bit ‘something extra’. It was a good thing you carried extra bottles of water or else you’d be forced to quench your thirst with something less than savory.

It wasn’t a large party, just mainly your department seeing as the small bunch of you were all left behind to finish some loose ends left by some overly lax superiors. Most of the department consisted of civilians with normal office worker who saw nothing more than a faulty fax machine and angry office managers every few weeks; nothing compared to the combat ready sergeants and corporals that used the small communications department as a respite from their training or running away from someone’s ire. Lacking any authoritative power, you never did much to stop any of the soldiers, seeing as you’d do the same if you ever heard some of the instructors yell the way they do at their men and women.

A staff sergeant, one you’ve seen a hundred times yet never were introduced a name to, came to you and your co-worker with an arm’s full of files and flash drives; something about last minute contracts coming in and a PMC group finishing a mission only hours before. It’s Friday, and they wanted it all done before the weekend but seeing as they had a… ‘very important meeting’, the staff sergeant volunteered the department to get it done. By that point, most were already packing in their lunch packs and bags, so the added work was anything but appreciated.

You had been staring at the spreadsheet on your monitor screen for possibly five minutes, eyes only blinking when they were near painfully dry, before you straightened out each limb in a stretch and drawn out groan.

You’re tired. You were tired before you even entered the office. Usually you could muster a structured smile if you brought along a cup of coffee or perhaps ate a meal gentle enough on your stomach, but you missed both alarms despite you being awake far before the first set off. Perhaps it was a bad idea to keep scrolling through videos in the warmth of your blankets.

The chatter outside only grew louder as the hours went on, most coworkers stopping their data entry only an hour into it, the rest shortly following suit. Many have given you partially completed files, one of them even giving you a single cell entered into his spreadsheet before unceremoniously giving up. So, here you are. Picking up the pieces of half-assed work that was never yours while the others brought in takeout and booze to ease their tired bones and fill their empty stomachs. Must be nice.

In your lax state you easily slipped into a dreamlike state, eyes ever so slowly closing while your body slumped further into the worn out office chair, the most comfort you’ve had all day. You were so relaxed your brain couldn’t focus back in fast enough when the door to your office carefully swung open, the bright yellow lights outside of your dimly lit office shadowing the face that peered in, a gentle voice calling out to you, jolting your whole body in a fright.

“Pardon me-” The voice spoke just loud enough to rise over the Halloween music and hollering, an embarrassed chuckle following your fright. “My bad, I didn’t know if I got the right room.”

“No, no… Come in.” You straightened yourself up again, smoothing out your shirt and fixing the leaning tower of manila files that flooded your desk.

A man stepped through your door, a blue cap on and visibly dirt dusted tactical gear still on his well built body stepped into your lamplight, a folder in hand. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t deny how ethereal he looked with how his built framed was lit from behind you, the yellow light from your lamp giving only his torso a golden cast. His face was mostly obscured by his cap but his nervous smile of clear to you.

“Apologies. I was told to drop these off here.” The gentleman approached your desk in few, even steps, the folder stretched out to you.

It could have been the late hours of the evening or exhaustion reaching into your consciousness, but by the way your mouth hung open and your gaze lingered a little too long, you were nonetheless captivated by the gentle nature of this man’s smile. Your hand had instinctively reached for the manila folder, your eyes tiredly lingering on your guest’s features. He had scars, scratches and indentations that formed memories on his skin, though none of them hindered the soft lines of his jaw or cheekbones, the scruff of his beard lending maturity to his youthful skin, all to help frame his eyes that looked into yours. He was quite handsome, to say the least.

“Ah… Are you well?”

You felt a dial up noise in the hind parts of your brain, thoughts beginning to whirl again when he broke the silence. You snapped the gripped folder away, using it to partially cover your face in reflex, embarrassment burning on your cheeks. “Sorry! Sorry... I’m- a bit of a ways away from here, I think…”

He offered a snicker, smile only growing wider towards you. “It’s alright! Just making sure you’re still ticking in there. Seems like you’re working a bit of that overtime. Was scared I lost ya there.”

You could only offer a pained smirk, a sigh unconsciously leaving you. It seems he understood everything wrong in that one emote, shifting feet and letting out a sigh himself, almost as if to help relieve the tension that was building both in the room and with the party outside. “You have a lot to finish, then?”

You glanced over at the files that rested suspiciously on the edge of your desk, space being minimal on your work area even before you were handed the tall stack. “Yeah… I should be done by-” you flipped through them haphazardly, a few off the top sliding off and to the floor. You just sighed and left them there. “Christmas, perhaps.”

The gentleman chewed his lip, humming a note before picking up the spilled files. “With breaks I hope?” He questioned, which left you only with a half-hearted chuckle, your head lulling to the side in exhaustion just thinking about the work.

Thumbing the recent file open you glance over it in passing as your guest straightened out the pile of folders. “Sergeant Garrick?” You asked, glancing up at the gentleman. He nodded and offered a proper introduction to himself. Sergeant Kyle Garrick, a member of task force 141 with Captain Price.

“Most just call me Gaz, though. Much more friendly that way.” He shined his teeth in his grin, arms beginning to fill with an overabundance of files as he shifted the weight.

“What are you doing, Sergeant Garrick?” Piquing your attention and sitting straight up now, you watched as Gaz hiked the files as far up in his arms as he could manage while also peeking around the tower itself.

“Tidying up! Can’t get on with the merry and gay if you’re buried in paperwork.” He called out to you, already making his way to your office door with caution.

You stood from your chair and barely cleared your hips from the desks when you went to grab a part of the stack of files, the spontaneity of Gaz’s actions waking up your mind, finally. “No, no, no! These stay in here, I haven’t finished any of these yet!” He pushed the door open with his foot and knee, huffing at the struggle of nudging you away with his hip and propping the door open. “Sergeant Garrick!”

“Ah ah ah! Sorry love but these aren’t yours anyhow. Just returning them to their rightful owner.” He pushed past you with force, though only enough to knock you off of your path and stumbling you back. It shocked you just how unabashedly he changed demeanor and took the lead to whatever plan he had mustered.

“Sergeant Garrick!” You couldn’t help but raise your voice to him, calling out.

“Gaz!” He simply called back playfully.

You blinked after him, stunned, gawking at the way he hurried past the bodies of drunk partying coworkers. Seeing the sergeant the workers cheered out in praise, clapping as Gaz shuffled out of the department room. “Shred ‘em!” “Toss ‘em in the bin!” “Get those bloody things out of here!” Amongst other profanities towards the files Gaz carried.

Hearing the demise of all your hard work and the looming threat of your superiors shouting down at you, you picked up your pace to chase Gaz down, attempting to save yourself from the dread of being reprimanded for other’s actions. “Sergeant Garrick!” No response. “Sergeant! Sergeant Gar- Gaz!” You shouted again.

He slowed down, already making it to the elevator that was at the end of the hall. “Yes~” He elongated his words, a smug smirk on his lips.

“Could you please set those files down? I’m not entirely privy to the idea of being yelled at for your… Mishandling.” You did your best to glare at him, but your eyes were too tired and your shoulders slumped in defeat hours ago, making you look more like a pleading beggar. “Please?”

Gaz thought for a short moment, the mischief still in his eyes when the elevator doors slid open. “Hm… No.” And he stepped in, pressing a button inside. Your feet were moving to join him in that same second.

“What do you mean ‘no’? What are you even doing?”

“Taking these back. I see no reason for you to do all this work. It’s Friday! It’s Halloween, aren’t we meant to go knockin’ on doors and getting’ some sweets?” He grinned at you, waiting for the elevator to stop moving and open its doors, wide steps leaving you behind when you hesitated to follow.

“That’s for children, you know! I am not that! I have a job to do, sergeant Garrick, and you’re hindering it with your… Whatever this is- shenanigans!” You huffed at him, trying to widen your stride to keep up. “I have to get this finished, I don’t have all night.”

Gaz stopped all too suddenly, a grunt leaving you when you knocked into his back, stammering back when he snapped himself around. He gave you a moment to regain your composure, and wasted not a second more. “Gaz. And no. You don’t have all night and a night like tonight is much more suited for bars or costume parties. Besides, you also don’t look like-” he picked up a file from the sack, flipping it open and scanning it over. “Staff Sergeant Nicolas Wilkers.” He smiled at you and slapped the file back at the top of the pile.

You tried to explain, correct even, and speak up for yourself when he went back to his full speed as if he’s rushing to catch something. You hardly had a chance to form a sentence before he continued. “If that isn’t you, which it isn’t since you’re not even enlisted, then it’s not your problem. I don’t see why you should have to sort all these out on your own- Especially when everyone else has gone and jumped ship. Quite a crude lot, aren’t they?”

Gaz stopped in front of a door, vinyl lettering spelling ‘Nicolas Wilkers – Staff Sergeant’ on the frosted glass. Gaz wiggled the door knob when it didn’t turn, a curse slipping out under his breath when it wouldn’t budge. Wordlessly he crouched to the floor, dropping the stacks of folders onto the ground and unceremoniously shoved the folders underneath the door two or even three at a time, the sound of flapping pages and folders colliding being muffled on the other side.

“Gaz!” You watched in horror as he quickly shoved the large tower of folders shamelessly underneath the door, Gaz looking unbothered and even amused. To be honest, in the back of your exhausted mind and aching bum, you could care less about those folders once he started, the trek down sapping the last of your energy.

It only took a handful of minutes for Gaz to successfully push all the folders through the small crack underneath, standing up, dusting off his hands and pushing his fists to his hips in a triumphant huff. “There. Out of sight, out of mind, yeah?” He turned to you, where you just starred at him with a fatigued gaze. “What? I already told you, it’s not your work to worry about. We’re just returning to sender, hm?” His smile returned, two firm pats landing on your shoulder as he returned to the elevator.

“And where are you going now?” You exhaled the words, heavy with defeat.

“Going back up to Communications. We can’t forget your stuff, now can we?” He smirked, pressing a button. The doors started to close as the fried wires in your brain connected, a startled yelp escaping you when you realized what he said.

“No! You did enough already, I don’t need you messing with my stuff, too!” You shoved your hand in the way of the closing doors, though Gaz already had a propped hand up and in the way when you finally moved.

“I’m not messing with anything, love, I’m just getting your stuff. We’re going off to a bar; there’s one that has a little costume party goings on ‘bout a short distance away from base. Shouldn’t be too bad.”

Gaz looked content as you gawked at his idea, looking around the moving elevator as if searching for a hidden camera or other. Unfortunately for you and your exhaustion, there were none and you were left with the reality of Gaz speeding off the elevator and making a bee line to your office door.

You halfheartedly jogged after him, giving up when you saw the Communications staff were gathering their coats and belongings, tossing out their mess of bottles and crumbled papers into the bin. Some passed you saying good tidings, others patting your back in congratulations and ‘Good riddance of those blasted papers.”

Gaz had your coat and bag in arms when you weaved past your coworkers, closing your door and smiling at you when you stood face to face with him, partially shocked by your body’s automation to meeting with the sergeant.

There was a bubbling of something in your gut, something that left you a bit breathless and irate, something akin to anger.

But then Gaz smiled his gentle smile, looking right into your eyes with a level of sureness and ease that left that bubbling turn into butterflies for just a brief moment, your train of scrambled thoughts hitting a wall with a single word brimming with confidence.

“Ready?”

You blinked, one then twice then thrice, before exhaling fully. You didn’t know you were holding so much weight in your shoulders just then, the festering feeling leading to a moment of just breathing in the air. It smelled like a soft, powdery scent that one might get with a day’s long wear of cologne. It was lovely, how you missed it this whole time confused you more than Gaz’s insistent need to wedge himself into your workday.

Thanks to him, though, it seems that your work day has ended. Someone shut off half the lights to the department just then, nudging your focus back to the man in front of you. Turning around you saw someone wave to you both, calling you two to hurry up before disappearing into the hall. Leaving you with little else to fight for, you shrugged and relaxed your body with a sigh, reaching for your coat in Gaz arms.

“Ready.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years ago

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ok this is gonna make me sound like such a freak but how about the cod boys getting fucked while being interrogated?

Multiple COD dudes

Headcanons

You got it homie 👍

Since theres multiple characters here they arent super long, but I hope yall like it anyways.

I believe in submissive Ghost supremacy, I said what I said 💂

John Price

- Now Price I think is a difficult one to crack no matter what kind of interrogation you use. Even sex.

- Hed probably just lean back as you ride him, head tilted and maybe talking dirty. It ends up with you being the one who gets weak in the knees and disorientated.

- Price is a skilled man, he would use it as a way to get himself free. He would make sure you’ve cum so hard you can’t think straight and then he would somehow free himself and turn it on you.

- If he was enjoying himself and had time, hed fuck you against a wall or on the floor, maybe even wring a couple more orgasms out of you.

- You end up being the one tied to the chair he had been sitting in, and depending on who you are and what group your from. He might be nice enough to pull your pants up so you aren’t dripping cum all over the seat for your teammates to find.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Gaz didn’t know what to expect when he was pulled into interrogation after being captured by some enemy team. I have the feeling Gaz hasn’t really been interrogated like this before, so he would ne tense and expect the worst.

- He doesn’t give you the answers you want, but instead of cutting him open like other people would, you just pull his cock out of his pants, get on your knees and start sucking.

- Gaz would be confused but enjoy the blowjob quite a lot, letting his head fall back as you drive him just to the edge before pulling off.

- If you decide to ride or fuck him too, hed be a mess, moaning and panting, maybe even crying a little at not being allowed to cum no matter how many times you drive him close only to leave him aching.

- You repeat this process, edging him multiple times until he either breaks and tells you want you want, or he gets rescued somehow.

John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap takes his job very seriously, so he would do his damn best not to bend under your special version of interrogation. But he’s a man in the military, so it’s probably been a while.

- He’s the kind of guy where you have to tie his thighs down onto the chair or he will start jerking his hips and fucking up into you hard enough to almost knock you both over.

- Soap loves to kiss, even if you’re an enemy just trying to get information out of him. All his training tells him to bite your tongue right off when you make out, but it just feels so good he can’t help it.

- Depending on how long you have him, you could probably make him break with a lot of overstimulation of edging. After you get your info you’d let him cum and he just goes limp in his chair, still all tied up.

- Poor Soap when the team comes to rescue him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Ghost has been tortured many times in his life, so he expects this to be like every other time hes been taken for information. Hes almost insulted when only you walk in, as if someone like you could break Ghost.

- Simon is touch starved as fuck, to the point where it completely breaks down any mental preparation he has made when you start touching and caressing him all over as you ask questions.

- He keeps his mouth shut though, even as you push his hoodie and shirt up and pinch and twist his nipples or move so you can press your knee against his crotch.

- Call him a good boy and praise him and he becomes even more wobbly, his legs shaking and eyes teary as he tries his best to keep his mouth sealed.

- Just keep playing up the touching, kissing and praising and he might end up spilling the beans, especially as he gets close to cumming. Please praise him and pet him as he does, he needs it.

Alejandro Vargas

- It would take more than just sex to make Alejandro tell you secret information, I don’t think something like that would make him break.

- Hes likely to talk so dirty when you fuck, filthy words in English and Spanish spilling past his lips as he thrusts up into you. I think he can be so convincing during sex that he could even talk you into untying his hands, which he uses to flip the two of you over and fuck you so hard you can’t feel your legs.

- I could honestly see him somehow getting information out of you instead of you getting any from him, if there’s time. I think he can be a huge tease.

- If you aren’t that much of an enemy or threat, he would clean you up after and maybe even give you a bit of aftercare before leaving.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

- Everyone assumes Rudy would be easy to get information from using sex, but I think hes a lot tougher than people give him credit for.

- He stays quiet as good as he can as you go down on him, though he might let a few moans or gasps as you deepthroat him. Tries to keep his hips still as you ride or fuck him, still not spilling any info you might want.

- I honestly think he would be kinda into this, as I think Rudy is into being tied up or tying someone up.

- Even as you edge him or overstimulate him he wouldn’t break, he’s too loyal to his people to break just like that, so even if you have him sobbing and shaking he would keep strong and not tell you anything.

- Its gonna be hard to explain when the others come to rescue him.

König

- König is another person I think is so touch starved it hurts, and he gives the vibe of someone who hasn’t had the most experiences in the bedroom, especially with how his anxiety probably gets in the way.

- He would immediately jolt and gasp as you fondle his crotch, blushing brightly under the fabric of his mask, especially if you talk about how big he is.

- König is the type to stay completely still but he’s shaking all over as you jerk him off, the Austrian embarrassed at how you probably have to use both hands.

- He starts babbling in German as you fuck him, because he’s a lot bigger than you expected so its not like you can ride him. Now, you probably do get the information your after, but its in German, so if you don’t speak that well too bad.

- König definitely thinks back on this in the future and it always leaves him so flustered.

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