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fic-heaven · 9 months ago

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The three fools

Random trope: You break up with them

Unedited/ mentions of homophobia/ cheating/ angst/ violence/ family drama

🐥I've watched too many reddit stories and needed to write sum succulent angst~😩

Gustavo Rodríguez (Gus)

-You broke up with Gustavo because he was more in love with his ambitions than he ever was with you.

-You had loved and supported him through everything his entire life, his passion for surf, his unbreakable love for his family, his silliness, his slight awkwardness on the first few dates you two had...

-But the day an eighteen year old Gus told you about this retired US Marine he met while giving surfing classes to some tourists, your whole relationship changed.

-You loved him and he loved you. But suddenly the idea of protecting Costa Rica at it's entirety from cartel and to later protecting the whole world... Made Gustavo's love for you lessen as his heart focused mainly on his new dream of saving lives. Or at least that's how you felt it...

-Seeing him daily on the beach turned into three days a week, later one single day a week and soon it became a miracle. Oh but that was only when he was a cop... Once he got the chance to become more, a higher ranked officer with more responsibilies in another city?

-Gus went home that day (you two lived together then because of an ugly fight about him barely being in your life anymore) he was eager to tell you all about this new job and the excitement he radiated brought a weak smile on your face. You loved his passionate spirit, but you dreaded his absence...

-He said you guys had to move cities for this job and you straight up said "no." After a very heated argument about his job, about the life and family you were leaving behind because of HIS ambitions... You told him he should feel free to leave.

-"There's no one I love more than you." You said.

-"Then come. Support me like you've always done! If I'm so important to you, mi amor... Why don't you please, PLEASE, come with me!? Cómo diablos is this going to work if I don't have you by my side!?"

- "I stopped being important to you the moment that American planted the seed of a new dream inside your brain, Gus... Now answer me. Would you chose your dream over our future together?"

-That wasn't fair. He went silent, his lower lip quivering under his moustache. He tried blinking the tears away, big hands flexing on the rails of your porch.

-The way Gus looks at you with betrayal and heartbreak written all over his glossy amber eyes will haunt you forever. And yet... You spent so many nights grieving his absence that breaking up with him now felt... Inevitable..."

-"I'll pack your stuff and send it to your mom's. Good luck on this new job, osito... I knew you could make it... I always have faith in you and I know you will do better for this country and wherever you go."

-"Pero yo te amo, princesa-" He choked out in a sob, he was trembling, legs giving up under his weight until he fell on his knees not caring if any neighbors saw you and the scene unfolding on your porch.

-"I want to marry you... I want to see the world with you... Have children..." Gus cried, voice cracking constantly in pain, his long lashes wet as fat tears ran across his face. It was such a heartbreaking sight you felt like you were dying.

-"Don't make this more difficult than it already is Gus..."

-And with that, you closed the door behind you leaving a broken man on your doorstep.

-Soon his father and sister came to collect Gustavo's things without saying a word to you, his dad did look at you in sorrow clearly saddened by how things had turned. And his sister? After collecting everything and before leaving she slapped you across the face and that was the last interaction you had with his family.

Enzo Reyes (Reyes)

-You left Reyes because he betrayed your heart.

-You two met when you were transfered from KorTac to SpecGru.

-You couldn't stand each other but eventually with much help from your two mutual friends and coworkers, Reyes relented on being an asshole and you actually started to enjoy his annoying self.

-A few months passed being friends until you confessed and to your surprise he voiced his reciprocation. Though you never felt like it was sincere enough.

-One year together and the fights you used to have at the beginning returned. It came as a surprise, how irritable this man had become from one day to the other... The mood swings worried you.

-So you did what you tried to avoid doing ever since the pointless fights begun. You gave Reyes an ultimatum, and he laughed like it was the funniest joke, like he didn't believe you had the courage to leave him over how irritable he had gotten.

-You felt like someone had kicked you in the gut, it suddenly hit you that perhaps you truly were at fault here. That perhaps he was right, that you were seeing too much Into things and were being unfair, that you had to accept how your lover was.

-Enzo didn't seem as tense after seeing you less reactive to his sudden bursts of anger and weeks later, the Canadian could feel nothing but pity for you and shame on himself.

-He told you this while being drunk as a Dane. Though he never really explained why, you thought he felt ashamed for treating you wrongly and that wasn't far from the truth.

-The reality was, Enzo started feeling bad about the affair he was hiding behind your back.

-Half a year into your relationship he had met this beautiful civilian girl who worked on a mall near the base and lived closer to his apartment. At first they just shared small talk as he was a regular at the coffee shop she ran, but soon he invited her to his apartment and many outings together (while you were off on missions too far to know what was happening) they begun having intercourse. It wasn't serious, just a quick fuck and she'd be gone.

-What Reyes realized when you celebrated your one year anniversary was that he had started craving her touch so often while you guys were working or at base together it made him lash out to you for the stupidest of reasons. That's why he felt shame. Not because he was cheating on you, but because he couldn't keep his composure.

-The fool thought he actually had enough reasons to cheat on you and promised himself that if you were to find out he'd straight up admit it and excuse himself. Because you'd understand, right?

-So one day you two sat on the old couch of the base, his arm wrapped around you while you scrolled through his gallery reminiscing in old memories Reyes had captured and held on lovingly on multiple albums on his phone. But something picked your attention.

-There was an album called "her". He didn't name it after you, that's weird...

-But when you pressed to open it he was too late to make you unsee what you saw. There were tons of nudes and videos of himself and some other woman you have never seen. You were silent thinking at first that perhaps this was his ex and these were old pictures he had forgotten to delete... But looking at Reyes... He was already explaining the cheating like he was talking about his gym routine.

-You stood up then and he took his phone from your hands with a quick snatch and a carefully put neutral expression.

-Enzo rolled his eyes thinking he'd have to endure your temper tantrum but thought it was fair since you always seemed to endure his.

-Instead, you whispered with a constricting throat: "I'm sure she's worth it, Reyes." You never called him by his last name and he didn't like this broken side of you one bit. "Good luck."

-"Sure. Call me when you stop crying so we can talk this like real adults, we could even go on dates the three of us together. Wouldn't that be nice?" He smirked and you were gone chosing to spare yourself from suffering more of this...

-Reyes though you'd be okay by the end of the week but he never saw you again.

-It's like the weight of the world got on his shoulders when one of the other operators casually mentioned that you had gotten transfered once more.

-After, he had broken things off with the civilian girl and begun his incessant search for you, eager to find where exactly you had been transfered to. He wasn't going to let you go that easily.

Nila Brown (Nova)

- You left Nova because of her family.

-Your relationship with Nova was perfect, she was sincere, loving, caring and protective of you.

-But her family never took your relationship seriously, often calling you her "little friend" and her "Rebellious phase." That was when you two were teenagers. But she was a thirty year old woman now and they kept calling you that.

-You two had a little apartment near her base, you worked in a flower shop while she was dealing with cartel, terrorists of any kind and any danger imaginable around the world. It was a very contrasting match but you two were just like jelly and butter.

-Due to her work, to say you were worried about your girlfriend was an understatement.

-You often spent most Fridays on her brother's house, her little nieces and nephews always loved to see you and spend time with you when her brother and his wife went out. Of course you did it for free, they never fully treated you like family but you'd get there! You were sure of it! Still, it stung that... Almost twelve years had passed and there wasn't even a picture of you on the wall of any of her relative's houses. But you weren't going to give up.

-You couldn't fathom on how many more years you had to spend with your loving girlfriend to call her your wife and be part of the family. Often thinking that perhaps when she proposes to you then her family will start looking at you with different eyes.

-You two had briefly talked about marriage before but it seemed a topic she wasn't comfortable on approaching. You were sure it was because of the "light" homophobic mentality of Nila's parents but wasn't your love worth fighting for?

-Then an idea popped up.

-Maybe you had to show her how truly in love with her you were, how after eleven years formally together you were more than ready and willing to step up and marry her.

-You had your mother's ring your father had given you years after her passing because he was convinced (and very right) that you'd love to propose to Nova with it.

-You knew it had to be now or never. So you spent weeks preparing a wonderful surprise for your girlfriend.

-When she came back from a long mission you had planned a beautiful dinner at your father's restaurant. He had placed a table on the garden you arranged yourself while the rest of the family hid behind some bushes.

-Nova was crying overjoyed by the beautiful date you had surprised her with totally clueless that her family had picked on your intentions of proposing when your father messaged them to come and support your union. They went bananas.

-When you finished dinner you had given Nova a beautiful speech of how lucky you felt for getting to spend so many years by her side and how you wished to make it official before you took your mother's ring and got on one knee in front of her.

-Her beautiful milky cheeks went red, eyes teary with so many emotions she struggled to keep her sobs low. She was nodding eagerly, her trembling hands reaching out your way so you'd slide the ring on her finger.

-Your family cheered you two, your father and aunt going so emotional they couldn't keep their cameras still so they could film the moment perfectly. Your father actually was a little upset that Nova's family was arriving late but he didn't voice it out as he thought they'd be on time for the celebration. Your family was clueless of how cruel and disgusting your girlfriend's family behaved around you two because you didn't have the gal to tell them.

-They found out pretty quickly though. Because as soon as your family approached you two, Nova's mother rushed with this crazed look on her eyes and snatched the ring off of her daughters finger, Nova was horrified, her father soon following after along with her brother picking up a fight with your confused father who tried to calm everyone down even though he was clueless of what the issue was.

-You were stupefied as Nova's family had the balls to put up a fight with anyone on their way because they couldn't stand her daughter saying yes to you. A woman. Her childhood best friend. Her "little secret" and her "personified rebellious stage."

-You cried as your supposed to be mother in law smacked you, scratched you and cursed you out in front of your family and girlfriend while you tried to take back the ring of your mother she had firmly tried to steal from you.

-Nova did absolutely nothing seemingly torn between her family's approval and the wellbeing of her fiance. The sight of you bloodied and in tears as you were attacked by the woman who raised her had broken something inside her, her heart beating so fast she could barely hear your pleas and cries for her to intervene. Nova knew then that any field of battle was far more preferred than the beautiful garden where your proposal had taken place filled with your families fighting for and against your union.

-Your aunt had pushed the old woman off of you and had taken you inside while Nova did nothing but feel guilty as her parents scolded her instead of following behind you. She was in shock, she couldn't react and that'd be a regret she'll carry for the rest of her life.

-As it turns out, your father had kicked Nova's family from the restaurant and promised to file a report to the police if they were to come back or try to touch you in any way.

- Nova's mother had stepped on your mother's ring before your aunt could help you, breaking the beautiful gemstone to pieces... You then decided to spend some time at your father's.

-You didn't hear a word from Nova until two weeks later. She tried to call you many times during those weeks but you didn't pick up until you decided to meet with her at your workplace with your aunt because you were afraid she'd show up with any of her relatives.

-Nova was a wreck, she had bags under her eyes, she looked more tired than usual, more tired than when she came back from any long mission. She teared up when she saw you arranging the cash register. You couldn't even look at her.

-When she begun talking to you, pleading to fix things and begging for your forgiveness you sighed still looking downwards.

-"I've known you for more than a decade. I had loved you unconditionally even when your family verbally attacked and humiliated me and you did nothing to stop them only making excuses after excuses." You were perplexed you could even say this without breaking down. Your girlfriend cried biting down her lip to contain her sobs. "But that night changed everything..."

-You were a husk. A shell of the woman she loves, like what happened had robbed you of your kind, cheerful spirit, like you were dead in life.

-"And I'm afraid... You can't do nothing to repair my broken heart."

-The moment your trembling fingers placed the broken ring of your mother on the counter Nila covered her mouth with her hand horrified at the sight letting out a soft "B-baby..." Falling from her quivering lips. She felt nauseous, like she was about to throw up and you actually had to rush to lay her on the floor because she was loosing balance.

-Your aunt had rushed in when she saw what was happening and your now ex lay passed out on the ground.

-You two drove to the apartment you two used to share, placed her on your bed and called her brother. Your aunt told you to leave, willing to put up with the uncomfortable encounter but you refused.

-To your surprise her brother showed up with a somber look. Almost like his sister's. He sat on the couch when Nova had woken up and tried to drink some water. He couldn't look at you and you couldn't look at none of them.

-"I'm sorry." He said. But you stayed silent.

-"I love you..." Nova blurted as soon as she spot you. You were standing up then, you gave her a short glance, took your aunt's hand and went to your door. "Goodbye Nils. I'll grab my things tomorrow."

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fic-heaven · 10 months ago

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About Gus' personality, the things I want to portrait from now on.🐻👍

🐥(I've been writing Gus so soft and sweet... Like he's all love and rainbows xddd)

So I think there's gotta be a change made. From now on I'm going to write Gus a little differently and I'm proud to say that I'll lean a little on Yasu's personality (from the anime called Nana) and Mother's Milk (from the boys):

He has a soft side like a big care bear but can be fierce when it comes to protect his loved ones. I based this on the fact that for the player to unlock him, they must make a number of assists.

He's very polite and knows how to approach people often stopping fights and helping other recruits integrate. It also shows on the way he fights being the perfect support for anyone who requires his help.

Gus is a little socially constipated. Even if he loves to talk to people he always feels slightly off with big and/or imposing groups of people so he tries not to stand off. Once he's a little nervous he starts ticking: will struggle to speak in english, play with a scrunchie, bounce his leg but mostly he will eat gum.

His family lives in Costa Rica, so he was taught to cook a variety of things. Gus has a huge passion for cooking, often volunteering to cook for any hungry person willing to eat a big amount of anything.

I know I used to write Gus as a shy UwU boy when he has a crush, but as I was playing the game i couldn't help but think that I didn't put that flirty and charming nature he has in-game, of course I'll still make him a bit shy and boyish but I'll be more aware of this detail next time.

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #ghost x reader #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #gus x reader #cod gus #gus call of duty #call of duty gus

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fic-heaven · 9 months ago

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Fangs (Gus x reader)

Chapter 1. Calvary is here.

[Master list]

Slight gore/ s#xual tension

-Your team is assigned to rescue a valuable contact, things take an ugly turn. The annoying tension between you and Ghost had accompanied you for a very long time, long enough to realize there's someone else paying close attention to you.

You dreamt of mangled skin and blood dripping from your mouth.

Even in the darkness of the room you could taste it. You knew it wasn't real but you could still feel it's texture, the smell and the pained screams of Hassan Zyani. You can feel the weight of Soap's stare as he allows you to go wild ripping the terrorist quite literally to shreds with your own hands and tee, your lieutenant and mentor, Ghost, overlooking at the scene with the visor of his MCPR-300 until he decides to break the silence with a dry "target neutralized."

He was meant to take the killing shot.

Ghost was meant to kill Hassan when the terrorist intended to throw a fatally wounded Johnny out the window, but it was you who after making it to the right floor grabbed Hassan throwing him to the side with force dislocating his shoulder in the process, and instead of using your handgun or your knife to give him the quick death you were trained to give, you took a much more personal approach with a crazed look in your eyes. You ended him by ripping his throat open with your teeth.

"Wake up, Hound. Come on."

His blood was everywhere, you were coated in it. Bathed in a pool of red with your turbulent mind darkened by a thin layer of feelings, confusion about what you did, utter rage because of what he had done and what he tried to do to Johnny, a war's baptism.

(Y/n) died on that building and something else took place. A wilder more primal part of that dead woman you used to be awakened within you.

"Hound."

That's how they started calling you since then. The hound, Price's loyal dog. All because you killed that bastard Hassan as if you were an animal sinking your fangs on your prey's neck.

Larger hands shake you awake by your shoulders, your eyes flutter open and you are quick to spot a giant skull mask glaring down at you.

"Mgh... My god, Simon... Can't you wake me with a kiss? Is this how you wake every lady you sleep with?"You joke referring to your quick nap in separate beds.

Your lieutenant gives you a nasty side-eye hiding his amusement while collecting your gear from the floor and throwing it your way. You catch it with a huff then you put it on as you look around the hotel room Laswell had rented for your unit to crash in while you waited for the backup to arrive so you could begin the mission. Ghost then growled "Not happening. Also don't spill your wishes out loud, Sargeant. I don't have t'remind ya that fraternizing with your lieutenant is strictly prohibited." Ghost hoarsely says looking at himself in the mirror from the vanity near the door. He's probably checking on the black paint around his eyes.

"But are we not allowed to get a boner out of thinking 'bout it, sir?"

"Touché." He clicks his tongue.

Ghost will never say it, but he fucking loves when you get this foxy out of nowhere, out of the lot of you, (aside from Johnny) you are the one who appreciates more his dark humour and he adores the way it perfectly fits yours.

You wheeze out a laugh and rush to meet him at the door of your shared room "Come on, LT. To deny our biological needs SHOULDN'T be a prohibition, don't ya think?"

Ghost snorts, you march down the hall, his bulky body eating up most of your field of view.

"Masturbation between teammates could be an amazing bonding exercise! Picture it!"

He gives you a glance "I can picture that alright..."

You smack his back grinning "No, no, but take this seriously. Imagine the captain-"

Ghost abruptly stops when you reach the stairs to the lower floor making you bump against his back, he turns around, slightly lowers himself to your level and carefully takes your hands with his to then lean in weirdly close.

"You just killed the magic with one word." That earned a laugh from you, he continued.

"Listen. Price, Gaz n' Soap are in the other room with the three other operators from SpecGru. Remember what I told ya?"

You sigh and put on your metallic facemask that resembled a dog's growling snout before listing: "Stay professional, keep a low profile and don't talk unless it's needed."

Ghost nods and you fix him a sassy smile under your mask "Since when did you decide to baby me?"

-"Since you ran yer fucking mouth and confirmed the rumours were true-"

-"That only happend once and I was drunk, come on..''

-"Once is all you need for people to keep bringin' up the bloody topic. Now they know for certain it was you and not me who killed Hassan and how you did it." Ghost spat poking your chest with an accusatory finger.

You looked up at him in challenge, he didn't waver but you notice his breaths turning a bit heavy once you got a step closer.

"I can play nice if you want me to." Ghost's response is silence and you speak lowly and careful this time.

"Simon, you know I can take the cold Sargeant role like I was made for it, right? Come on, don't fret, everything will be alright." You are whispering now because you are not dumb, you know the effect you have on Ghost. Your lieutenant has known you for long enough to know you are just toying with him and yet...

"...I know you can." His biological needs haven't been satiated in nearly a year and never by you. His star pupil and closest friend, someone he could trust yet never had intimated with, not in that level at least. As he said, it's strictly prohibited to fraternize.

You slowly nod taking pride on his dilated pupils and slowly move to take the hand he was using to point at your chest lifting it to your face so that he is now covering your mask over your mouth "You have me muzzled, LT. There's nothing I can do but obey. I'll behave like your favorite Sargeant, as always." He shivered but played it off by shoving your face away annoyed, you crackled maliciously.

"You are Insufferable."

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-"They had demonized her..."

-"Demonized her!? She ripped a guy's throat with her fucking mouth, Gustavo-"

-"It wasn't just any guy. Also that's rad as fuck, not gonna lie."

-"Reyes you are not helping!"

-"Good! Because I don't intend to help. Befriend the rabid bitch! The crazier the better right? Considering our line of work answer this: What's better? To have a crazy-dangerous ally or a crazy-dangerous foe?"

Nova pursed her lips as Reyes shot her a look that said "period."

Gus forces a tight-lipped smile "That about answers itself, hermano."

Ghost and you had walked to Price's room door where you were supposed to wait for him and the others but apparently the calvary had gotten in beforehand and decided to wait inside. You shared a look of surprise with the lieutenant, he lowly ordered you to wait outside to go in once the rest of the 141 arrived from the hotel's lobby where they were talking with Kate, but you played dumb and opened the door as casually as you could leaving an irritated Ghost following after you.

You two stand there in the now open door, the three operators sitting on the only bed looked up at you like three kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Carry on. I love to eavesdrop." You humored.

The three of them looked your age, maybe a bit younger. A black woman with vitiligo, Nova, looked up at you filled with intimidation and weariness, to her left sat a man of pale skin and dark brown hair smiling widely with dark admiration and next to him there was a South American man with black, curly hair under a beret with a big moustache.

Once he saw your eyes lay upon him, the latin straightened his back. His golden eyes lit with recognition until his face contorted to a mix of his fellow partners' expressions. He looked awestruck, his golden orbes held a very noticeable admiration yet you didn't miss the nervous tremble on his hands before he hid them behind him in order to get up from his sitting position. You couldn't tell if he was excited or frightened.

Probably the latter judging by conversation you heard they were having plus your reputation...

"Sargeant Hound-...! My name's Gustavo Rodriguez, Costa Rican operator from SpecGru's private military company at your- at Captain Price's service." He explained, his body going rigid trying to show his respect.

"Gus, right? I saw your file on our way to Manhattan. What's a cop doing in the military?"

He could have very well turned into a tomato the moment he heard you had seen his file, Gus was quick to respond a little louder than before in order to muffle his partner's laughter at this whole interaction.

"I aimed to protect my country from cartel, mi sargento. But with no army where I live, once I turned of age i had to join la Fuerza Pública for five years until I was invited to join Costa Rica's Special Intervention Unit, which is uh... An Elite team tasked with matters of national security and reporting directly to the Minister of the Presidency."

You smiled amused and a little taken aback by his passionate spirit. "Until?"

You knew there was more to the story, after all he wasn't in Costa Rica. He was shoulder deep in the Terrorist shit your own task force was ordered to clean.

Fuck, SpecGru wasn't even supposed to be involved until Laswell magically appeared with the news that these three fools were contracted to help and support your team on this seemingly tedious mission.

-"Until two years ago when SpecGru was founded."

-"An opportunist, are you?"

-"Bueno, I like to say I'm ambitious. For the good of the people, of course... Not to impress your captain with a good CV."

You laughed at this, Gus smiled in delight instantly enamoured with the sound of your laughter.

Five years as a cop plus three in Costa Rica's SIU and two more years in SpecGru considering he entered the academy fast as hell equals twenty six years... How old was this sexy chunk of meat?

-"And how old are you?"

-"Just turned thirty, señorita."

-"Admirable. Happy birthday." You couldn't help but praise.

Your teasing nature quieted down at the presence of a promising lad working along your unit.

Gus smiled softly then, a sigh of relief scaping his plump lips. It felt good to be acknowledged by your idols.

You heard Ghost scoff behind you, Gus' two companions watch him incredulous because of his short (probably prepared) speech.

You ate up his delighted reaction trying to contain the toothy smile from under your facemask and slowly walked closer to him with a curious glint in your eyes and a small swing in your step. Gus didn't move a muscle, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What do you specialize in, soldado?"

Hearing his mother's tongue from the one and only Sargeant Hound from the 141 he has heard so much about since he joined SpecGru made a shiver run up his spine.

"In hostage rescue and asset protection..."

Ghost looks down his watch inpatient to get this over with. Reyes, the other operator sees his opportunity to jump into the conversation seemingly as eager to interact with Hassan's butcher.

"Apologies for my brother in arms' fanboy moment. He was excited to meet you, after all... You could say we've got money on our pockets thanks to your bite." The Canadian jest with a teasing tone matching yours, he sounds so sure of himself you knew already this guy was one hot headed mother fucker with an ego that paired up well with Gus' humble nature and Nova's head-on-the-ground attitude.

-"Mind explaining that, um..."

-"Enzo Reyes, ma'am. Reyes for shorts."

You nod expectant. Reyes clears his throat.

"SpecGru and KorTac were founded after Hassan's death, your execution, as diabolical as everyone puts it, benefitted us greatly. So thank you, you crazy, cannibalistic bitch for giving us a job."

Your eyes widen at the crude wording, Gus looks away with a defeated sigh, Nova elbows Reyes' arm with so much force he smacks her arm back with a growl. Ghost did not like that one bit deciding to step up making his presence known in the room, anger emanate from his body mixing with the tense atmosphere.

"I like this guy." You laugh quickly dissipating the tension. You missed Nova's sigh of relief.

All of you quickly got alerted by the dry coughs of Price who stepped inside the crowded room with Gaz and Soap following behind. Ghost left space for his captain but you didn't, resulting in Price gently guiding your careless self to follow him with a hand in your lower back, like a father with a toddler. The captain sighed looking around the room making sure all of you were there.

-"I see we missed first introductions. Whatever, we can get started now that we're all 'ere."

-"About bloody time..." Ghost whispered and you snorted.

As the captain explained the situation, the three SpecGru operators stared analyzing your group.

All of you were attentive to your captain quickly leaving aside your shenanigans to pay attention to every word he said. After the hell all of you had gone through it was clear your loyalty to Price was unbreakable. Lord knows life has given you chances to leave the task force but none of you took them because you believed in what you were doing, because you believed in Johnathan Price, because you were proud to be part of something bigger than yourselves to help people around the world neutralizing threats so the future generations could live a more peaceful life.

Gus couldn't feel more admiration than he already did, his heart swell with pride and eagerness to work along you and he could already picture himself in the future begging Laswell and his Team Leaders to allow Nova, Reyes and himself the chance to work with you again.

The focused look in your beautiful, hypnotic eyes dragged the Rican back to the present.

To summer things up, one of Kate's valuable contacts from New York had gotten captured by an unknown enemy ready to be flown from Manhattan to another location she was still trying to figure.

The reason you needed these three other operators was because their german TL (Team Leader) was related to this particular objective. Stressed about the safety of his family member he sent three operators he personally chose to aid the 141 on the rescue as the hostage was equally important to both teams. Not to mention the amount of crucial information the hostage had.

Laswell had informed Price that the captured victim managed to send her a message saying he had heard something about being transported somewhere near LaGuardia airport until they could escort him to a secured plane.

"The message was sent from this location." Price said.

Gaz shows you the tablet he was tapping on. The pad reveals pictures of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the middle of a gigantic clearing a few kilometers away from the airport they planned to take the hostage.

-"Easy to spot us in such clearing..." Soap observes.

-"We could infiltrate in the night. Use the darkness to our benefit." Offered Gaz.

-"Nah, that's still too risky, they'd probably had transported the lad by the time we get there." Debated Reyes.

-"Besides, we would be risking the hostage's life if we wait any longer for night to fall..." Nova finally spoke.

The captain cracked his knuckles, his eyes fuxed on the tablet until he shot Gus a look of expectancy. He too had read his file judging by the way he expected him to suggest something, the Rican had enough experience at hostage rescue to know a better strategy. Don't underestimate the captain, he already had a plan to offer but he wanted to give the three new additions some time to prove themselves.

Gus brushes his moustache in thought. "The sewers." He mutters, one gloved finger pointed to one miniature in the sea of images from the tablet, the miniature showed a complete map of the underground tunnels that crossed the area. Soap agreed with a click of his tongue and a nod.

Price smiled widely, his eyes crinkling.

-"We'll use the sewers."

-"I bet they know we'll use 'em to get there." You said, Gus nods and Price replies:

-"They sure as hell know we'll do. But they don't know how many we are."

-"Or who we are." Ghost said with determination.

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Diving through Manhattan's sewers was like walking around an scenario from one of those old horror games you play with Johnny on his ps2.

Not to mention it was confusing as hell... There were tunnels everywhere, Laswell had warned you about this and to pay careful attention to the map as well as the river of shit that ran through the tunnels, apparently this stinky nightmare of a place was plagued with crocodiles. No joke.

To make the trip even more fun, Soap had spotted a trap at the beginning of one particular tunnel that stink worse than the others and you instantly knew this was the one you had to take to get to the clearing.

-"That tunnel will get you to the parking lot behind the main building. Find a hole to crawl out of and get in there as quick as possible." Laswell's voice resonated from your radios.

-"Understood."

You could feel someone's eyes on you the whole time. And although you always pretended to bask on any attention given, feeling someone's eyes on you constantly made you tick. So multiple times you had turned around only to find Gus looking elsewhere and Ghost keeping watch on the waters in case any croc decided to welcome all of you.

A distant booming sound made you all stop on your tracks pointing your guns ahead. Something had triggered a trap.

-"Probably a crocodile." Said Soap.

-"Or an enemy..." Smirked Reyes.

-"What's the difference?" You asked.

Your earpiece buzzed "For starters, the crocodiles don't have the brains nor the need to kidnap one of my most valuable contacts." Joked Kate.

The captain stopped all of you minutes after.

You all pointed your torches ahead, a litter of corpses spread across the tunnel.

-"We've got corpses 'round here." Gaz informed Laswell.

-"The hostage?" She asked, nervousness lazed on her voice.

The group begun inspecting the dead bodies, clear victims of various traps and mines around the place that the waters had dragged to your direction and got stuck in the junk and shit in the ground.

Most of them were dressing in matching dark clothes, others in casual wear, probably civilians who decided to dive a little too far where they shouldn't.

The ones with dark clothes held fire weapons, other than that they had nothing else.

"No trace of the objective so far..." You informed before the radio caught Laswell's sigh of relief.

Nova spotted one particular body at the further corner of the pit that caught her eye. She sat next to it, inspecting it's pockets with concentration until she stopped to wiggle on her spot.

-"Wot' am I sitting on?" Nova rose her bum only to stumble forwards with a yelp at the realization that she had fully planted her ass on an enemy's corpse. -"Shame it wasn't his face." She blurted out making Reyes snort.

-"The smell would have killed the lad instantly. But nothing compares to the smell of Manhattan's sewers...Worst mission of my fucking life."

-"It's Man-ah-Hatan, idiota" Gus wrongly corrected a few steps behind you. He was so close his sweet cologne almost covered the smell of shit.

"MANHATTAN, DICKHEAD! TWO DAYS HERE AND YOU STILL PRONOUNCE IT LIKE YOU ARE CONSTIPATED."

Reyes' bark echoed through the tunnel making the rest of you turn to them wide-eyed.

The glare Ghost shot them three made you giggle, the captain didn't keep quiet either instantly snapping at them to focus, Soap being Soap resisted the urge to laugh along and Gaz gritted his teeth at the seemingly lack of professionalism. You just smiled widely under your facemask and continued inspecting the place sneaking a wink to Gus' way, he blinked surprised.

-"Forgive their idiotic behavior, cap." Nova sighed "I've found some keys."

-"Keep 'em. We'll probably need them in the future." Price ordered ignoring the apology.

Following the tunnel your group of eight encountered an intersection. Two tunnels that went in different directions made all of you look at the map until another sound of a distant explosion caused your heads to snap to the right, guns loaded and ready.

"I wonder where we should go now..." you sarcastically said.

This time you caught Gus' amber eyes quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else with a contained smile. Curious.

Walking a little further to the right tunnel, you found a monster of a crocodile the size of the old leather couch Gaz had donated to the base a few months ago laying on the ground with an exploded tummy, it's intestines spread all across the ground, brick walls and the black waters. To your horror the animal hissed somehow still alive after triggering a mine.

-"Oh my god."

-"And they said crocodiles in Manhattan's sewers were a myth..."

-"Look at the size of that thing. What the hell do they feed on down here?"

-"Dead bodies of dumb divers probably..."

Reyes laughed "Thank you Mini-Godzilla for eating enough shit to trigger half the traps 'round here."

Ghost surprised you lowly laughing to himself. Surely he had remembered the dog pun he told you and Johnny while being chased in Las Almas.

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The walk didn't last much longer for when your knees started protesting you found a metal door rotten by the passing of time, as Watcher-1 had said, behind the door you found the parking lot near the main building where they guarded the hostage.

The captain had split the group of eight into four teams since the building was big as hell, and although Laswell had located the signal from the phone the hostage used to send the message, the captain wanted to make sure all the building was clear to proceed with the rescue instead of throwing yourselves directly where they had secluded him.

The building was rotten all over, there weren't any traps like on the sewers and you found little enemies to neutralize in the quietest way possible.

Exploring the abandoned creepy halls in the light of day with the captain wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you felt a tingle of disappointment that he hadn't paired you up with any of the new meat SpecGru had sent.

"You are my right hand. Can't do this without ya." That's the excuse Price gave you. But you suspect he just wants to keep you on a short leash. Because who knows, maybe one day the story will repeat itself, right? Maybe you'll go crazy or run your mouth like you always do... You grit your teeth in anger. The captain and the others will not stop treating you like a radioactive isotope until you get evaluated by a professional on the base and as it turned out he was took a well-deserved vacation before you had the chance to pay him a visit.

Reyes and Ghost encounter a two-way hallway where they parted to the right while Gus and Soap went to the left, the captain and you followed upstairs and Gaz and Nova went to the other set of stairs on the opposite wall. At first you only used knives because packing gun silencers didn't mean you'd kill in total silence, and with the crazy echo this big building had thanks to the lack of forniture and thin paper walls you could easily hear the enemies talking and patrolling around. But things changed when all of you heard a gunshot downstairs followed by pained grunts and an unfamiliar voice.

"Idiot! Watch your fucking aim!"

All of you sigh in relief, shortly after Soap had slit that enemy's throat and Gus had done the same with the other before they joined you on the upper level, though in different halls.

You all cleared the building fast, or so you had thought.

You only took your eyes away for a second inspecting various cushioned rooms infested with rats, Price was a few steps ahead of you on the same hall doing the same thing with the rooms of the opposite wall until he felt hot pain hit his shoulder, he grunts in surprise alerting you instantly.

Looking further from Price was a young man with a pistol, he had this face filled with warn daring price to take another step, he hasn't spot you yet, you took advantage of this crouching a little inside the cushioned room you were previously inspecting.

-"Fatima, Bilal, Mustafa, Omar, Abdul, Salem..." The enemy listed. "I could tell you all the names of the soldiers you and your team had killed and yet you would not care. I stand here with a gun on my hand pointing at your heart and you still look uninterested... You have no souls. Disgusting animals sent to kill us all, but Duke will make you pay for what you've done. For general Ghorbrani, for major Hassan-"

-"HOUND-! KILL HIM!"

You launched forwards at your Captain's command, moving in zigzags dodging the numerous debrils, wires and junk around the floor, the moment the shocked enemy gathered his shit to point his gun at you his jaw cracked at the harsh impact you delivered with the butt of your chosen weapon instantly sending him to the ground. He screamed in pain chocking on his flowing blood but that didn't stop his trembling hands to try repositioning his pistol clearly wanting to go with a fight, though it was too late for the bastard because just as he got up you shot him on the chest at the same time rain of blood splattered to your face. Ghost had shot his head from behind when he heard the commotion. His eyes widened seeing your bloodied form appear behind the falling corpse, he froze thinking he had shot you in the head until-

"Oh come on, LT... I had it under control!" You cleansed your squinting face but you only managed to spread the blood and brain matter further. "UGH-... I need a fucking shower after this..."

Price rushed to you inspecting you pulling an equally worried Ghost aside, you did the same looking at his shoulder alarmed.

"It's just a grace, don't worry honey."

"Whatever old man... Just... Be more aware of your surroundings..."

Price shared a look with Ghost who quickly recomposed focusing on contacting Gaz, Nova and the others to keep their guard up.

"X ray down! And that's why you don't spend an eternity monologuing." Reyes humored walking in. The Canadian pushed the fallen enemy's head with the tip of his boot, his smile widening when he spotted your bloodied face.

"Gus would kill for this view~"

Nova's voice reached your earpiece "Cap. We found some makeshift cells. No enemies down 'ere."

"Copy. On our way..."

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Walking to Gaz and Nova's position you found Gus and Soap along the way, and as Reyes had previously said, the eyes of the Rican were wide with worry until he realized you were healthy as a rose, yet his amber pearls would not leave your face for a second, not even when Price spoke or when all of you started walking. Was this guy smitten by you? It seems Reyes wasn't joking.

"Over there-" Nova pointed at the last cell to the further corner of the hall.

The Captain ordered Gus and you to investigate and Gaz and Soap to guard the entrance of the hall in case you missed an enemy while him and Ghost opened the door with some shears, Nova and Reyes were the first to go inside the pitch-black cell. Reyes lit the place with his torch and so did the captain and the lieutenant.

The body of the deceased hostage hanged from the ceiling by a metal hook that pierced his ankle. He was facing the wall before Reyes approached to angle the body to the light.

On his chest was a message that said "The hunt have just begun." Carved with a knife, the blood around the letters was dried to a very dark red almost black which meant it was scribbled long before your team arrived the building.

Nova approached the body with a perturbed face.

-"Holy shit, that's Karl... Team leader's son..."

Laswell's voice quickly reached your radios at this.

-"Is he alive?"

Ghost entered the cell. By that time all of you had turned to look inside as well.

-"Negative. He's dead, and by the looks of it, it occurred long before we arrived. The lad probably got caught sending you the text so they killed him."

The captain stomped in frustrated, then proceeded to inspect the body.

-"Sliced throat. They left a message on the body."

Price signaled Gaz to point his laptop's camera to the body letting Laswell see what all of you were seeing. She was quiet until she hummed in understatement.

"Captain!" Gus called from the other cell. Price looked to the right, sighed and left the cell to join the rican. You and Gus were inspecting a stock of documents near a laptop. Gaz entered the cell carrying his own to show Laswell the new cell.

"Sargeant Hound. Plug Garrick's laptop into the other one."

Gaz handed you a cable and you did as told, transferring every archive you could find inside it while the others swallowed the defeat in tense silence.

Soap was the first to speak up.

-"They called a name on their coms... Duke. I dunno, maybe he's the boss."

Now that you recall, the guy who tried to kill Price did mention that name.

"With a name like that he's gonna go mwaha-ha at some point, I just know it." Gus smiled at your humor.

Ghost smacked the cell's bars with frustration. "The bastard wasn't even 'ere. He must have ordered his men to pull this bullshit to call our attention."

Gaz massaged his temple placing down the laptop near you and the enemy's.

-"So he just placed this laptop filled with his malevolent plans near our target for us to find?" The brit said sarcastically.

-"Looks like it. There has to be more this than it might seem." Price hummed.

-"Maybe the target wasn't even Karl..." Nova said and all of you looked at her, her words making sense instantly.

-"Maybe WE were the target." She clarified.

-"If we are the target... Where's the ambush?" Gus voices out his anxious thoughts.

Reyes laughed bitterly.

-"That wit made us fall for it, Fuck! He even left a trail of crumbs for us to find and follow him into the devil's nest."

-"But where is this devil's nest...?" Price asked.

You lifted the laptop once you were done transferring the information and Laswell spoke up.

"Reyes is right. This... Duke, has kept a list of different locations on each archive. We must find which location he really is in and-"

You all waited a beat before the captain worriedly called out Kate whose voice went quiet as she read through the files.

-"This is serious, John. Duke isn't a nobody. He's the head of a mafia called Shiv Ka Haath, (Shiva's hand) from New India. He rules over a chain of different illegal businesses, each of them handled by people he trusts. A madam who owns the 70% of the nightclubs and brothels on the country, the head of a temple who traffics with weapons and drugs and lastly, his son, who has started his own busines organizing spectacles and fights of all kinds going from dogs, immigrants desperate for money to... even children fights. None of their names are mentioned but there's so much illegal activity listed in here...And that isn't all..."

You all listened carefully, realization hitting hard that this mission might hold more depth than you had initially thought.

"There's so much information here to investigate it's clear he wants us to find him. For now, take everything you can and go back to the base ASAP."

Price orders all of you to collect the Intel as he contacts Nikolai to take you and Karl's body back to the base.

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The three additions to the group sat in silence staring at the distance. They were aware the moment TL read each of their reports hell will break lose, and although this meant SpecGru will get involved on this matter, Gus allowed himself to feel a greedy relief that he'll possibly work alongside your team again in the future. If TL and Laswell approve, of course.

#fangs fic #fangs #call of duty modern warfare #gustavo rodriguez #ghost x reader #cod #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty #gus x reader #cod mw2

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lilchickie · 11 months ago

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This is straight up obsession. Look at the background I made.

#gus #gustavo Rodriguez #my Gustavito #osio gordito #cod #call of duty #gus call of duty #call of duty gus #Cod modern warfare

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lilchickie · 4 months ago

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I just found the original Gus' concept art sjdisjsks WTF IS THIS. I love him but Jesus

The tico version of Gaz

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fic-heaven · 11 months ago

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Why do our bfs sleep like they are on a renaissance painting?

My osito:

What a dummy UwU he fell asleep on his cherry jelly!

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #cod #gus x reader #call of duty #cod gus #call of duty gus #gus call of duty #gustavito rechonchito #gus meme

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lilchickie · 10 months ago

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Random Gusito screenshots I took

Can we talk about how Soap handled him like a bag of potatoes? Lmao the way he's folded

I wish HE would carry me the way jabón carried him

That's his pleasure face

You see that bag back there? That's me

Papa oso be running away like nyuuuummmmmm 🐻💨

Pov you are the last Pringle

I HAD TAKEN A SCREENSHOT OF REYES IN HE SAME POSTURE AND HAD TO PUT IT RIGHT NEXT TO GUSITO'S AND-... My heart... I love em. Hermanos para siempre 😭🐻🫎

He's so majestic 😭🇨🇷

Anyway. That's about it.

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #gus x reader #call of duty #cod #gus #call of duty reyes #cod reyes #enzo reyes

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fic-heaven · 1 year ago

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Brown eyes

(Jealous! Simon x reader x Gus)

A very short short of Simon's pov on your situationship with Gus mentioning Apple Pie flavored

🐥🐥🐥

Brown's the color of late autumn. Of hazelnut, of onyx, jasper and sweet hot chocolate you enjoy in the cold mornings of February.

Simon gave you a sense of security and authority, and with him, the 141, your family. Those brown eyes in the middle of the mist of black paint reminded you of their comfort and their love.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley was as tall as a tree, rough like an untamed bull, his big hands only gentle when he touched you in any way, even during sparring. Though you never seemed to notice, and your obliviousness seemed to only lure him closer eager to see just how far he had to go for you to notice his advances.

"He's my mentor, my friend, my lieutenant."

Your brain fogged the idea of Simon ever being a romantic interest. After all, any short of intimacy amongst piers (specially your lieutenant) was strictly prohibited and Ghost seemed to be the most professional out of the bunch of you. So what exactly could lead you to think he would even try to woo you?

His eyes, they spoke a hundred words in a dialect you didn't recognize. Not in a person like him.

You liked brown eyes.

But add those brown eyes a hint of gold and they become breathtaking, godly even. A tiny detail you never imagined in such an eye color, yet when presented to you, they stole your breath away. Add to those brown eyes that hint of gold, and a patch of tan skin, a big round nose, now some dark, wavy hair like a sea at late hours of the night with a shine only reserved to the strongest light, and as if it isn't enough hair, a funny moustache covering half of the most gorgeous plump lips begging to be kissed and nibbled on.

His body as a whole, spoke volumes of his life, a bunch of scars from his hours of service and some other old ones along small tattoos here and there he gained on his youth working as a lifeguard and a policeman in the rich beaches of Costa Rica. He was muscular man, with a big back and huge arms resembling a bear, you wondered if he was was as hairy as one too.

He was breathtaking.

Gustavo Rodríguez. An operator from an international, private military contractor named SpecGru, and the apple of your eye.

A fear Ghost never thought he'd feel awaked the moment he saw your eyes sparkle with longing and awe at the sight of this nobody, of this... Random soldier, running through the field firmly gripping his assault riffle during a mission on a hot summer day hours before you could formally meet.

He had noticed your attraction to this man even before you realized it one day in the base while eating apple pie and giving Gus puppy eyes.

He had noticed before you because that's what Simon always did. He observed, he watched over you at all times, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After all he was your mentor, your lieutenant and one of your closest friends. He was your shadow, your greatest match.

You just haven't realized it yet, and he'll knock the sense into you somehow. That's a promise he makes himself everyday when he spots you and that nobody together

#ghost cod #ghost x reader #gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #cod #simon ghost riley #gus x reader #call of duty #cod gus #ghost x reader x gus

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fic-heaven · 8 months ago

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Hi chickie. I saw the other day on a random TikTok that some soldiers eat steak and lobster when they are about to do a dangerous mission that will probably cost them their death. Can u write something like that with someone of your choosing?

Steak n' lobster (Gus x reader)

Angst.

🐥You know who imma'bout to choose uwu.

Btw I didn't know it meant straight up death?? I thought they ate this when their deployment extended or smth but I don't know.

Very short short!!

"Say, where is this mission happening exactly?"

"Do you really need to go solo?"

"Is the captain aware your knee is still recovering...?"

"Mi vida, you'll text or call me whenever you can, right? I don't doubt your habilites, no, no, no... I'm just..."

Worried. He was worried.

Normally you'd tell Gus all about your missions, even stuff you were not supposed to share. But this time when he bombarded you with questions about this particular mission you were assigned to accomplish alone so far from the base and this bloody country, you didn't give him clear answers insisting you couldn't share much about what your unit was cooking. In truth you weren't lying.

Price had strictly ordered you to stay quiet about the matter, specially about the fake death you had to play in order to keep the enemy off your radar so you could spy on them. Your captain knew of the "unprofessional" relationship you had with Gustavo Rodriguez, and as much as he supported your love for each other he pressed you to NOT tell Gus a word about this or else... You never asked what "or else" implied. But when the topic waltzed around Gus, you made sure to straighten your back and obey as long as you two could still remain side by side.

Thanks to SpecGru's alliance with 141 both parties shared a base facilitating your collaborations immensely. Sincere this wasn't SpecGru's main HQ, one of it's leaders amongst some squads resided here and that's how you and Gus met.

It fist started with a tease during a rescue mission, later he invited you to share dinner with him on his table, one thing led to the other and you two shared a bed countless nights after that. It's been over a year and a half and your bond did nothing but strengthen. But this mission... You were sure It'd break him... And you were feeling guilty as hell for accepting, but you didn't have any other choice. This was your job after all.

"Gus. Baby..." You breathed out in a slight warning tone when your lover shot you the seventh question about this mission.

His eyes were calm but concerned as he sat next to you on your table in the far corner of the mess hall where no one could disturb you two, his food was long forgotten as his gloved hands approached taking yours, his thumbs brushed your palms in encouragement for you to continue. "Dime."

How could you tell him? Price had forbidden you from speaking a word about your future fake death and yet. You look at your lover's eyes, so warm and full of open affection and concern, his discomfort about not knowing where you'll be heading and for how long was clear in his golden irises. Gus' characteristic playful demeanor was non-existent when it came to your safety, soldier or not, you will always be his princess, his love, and later in a few months, with little luck, even his fiance.

"There are some things we have to do in this line of work... Some... Unfortunate decisions have to be made, and sometimes not by ourselves but by our superiors..."

The Rican didn't like the way this was going, olive skin went clammy with sweat as the thousand bad thoughts he have been having this whole morning projected in real life. You couldn't meet his intense stare but you did squeeze his hands reassuringly as If reminding him that you were here, that you were real, as if whatever you were about to say would change his life for the worse.

You opened your mouth to continue but suddenly Soap made presence in your table, here to bring you your food tray and the sight was enough to rob the words from you mouth and for Gus to abruptly stand up with a scandalized look.

Steak and lobster.

"You can't. I forbid it." He scoffed, his voice shaky. Golden eyes glared daggers at the food tray Soap was nudging your way in silence.

"Gus-"

"NO!" The loud yell from the Rican followed by the loud clash that came from his fists colliding against the table rattling the trays echoed through the mess hall, a thousand heads turned your way.

But the only stare that caused you stress at that moment was Price's. The captain was leaning on the wall right behind Gus, his face was enough to get the order right. There was no time for your last meal, you had to sail right away.

"Forgive me, love..."

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #call of duty #mi osito gordito #gus x reader #chickie asks #gus call of duty #specgru #gustavo rodriguez x reader

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lilchickie · 9 months ago

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Thank you @sebastianthemadlad

Wanted to draw these three like this.

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fic-heaven · 9 months ago

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Fangs (Gus x reader)

Chapter 2. I bite.

[Masterlist]

Code name: Hound.

Tags: ⚠️mentions of child abuse/ angst/ Poor Gus getting beaten/ corpse appearance/ confrontation/ reader is tired of everyone's bullshit.

- Hound complies on a psych evaluation but it only brings her more headache and heartache as ghosts from the past return to her. Thankfully that motivates her enough to finally spit her anger to the whole team, some are understanding, others are not but there's one particular person that seeks do something to soothe the ache she feels.

The flight home was filled with quiet comments about how the mission went and only when you reached London did you actually begun talking about Duke.

Nik had taken all of you for a second fly on his Heli. You all had taken quite some time reaching England, Nik's old helicopter had to take a stop for him to check on it before going to the base, you all worried about Karl's body condition.

-"So what are we supposed to do now? I mean, the hostage is fucking dead and that stupid guy with an even stupider name is gone. He really is playing hard to get..."

Price sat next to you on the helo after going over to confirm that the SpecGru operators were speaking with Laswell and their team leader. He huffs and goes to lit a cigar before you snatch it and place it between your lips. Price takes another, lits his and with the freshly burning head he leans close to you burning tips without breaking eye contact, you don't waver, just smirk and stretch your muscles letting the nicotine burn down the annoying feeling of defeat, your head shooting back letting the captain eat the view of the expanse of your neck.

-"Didn't you quit smoking?" He grunts.

-"You didn't answer my question. I did but... Fucked missions call for fucked ways to deal with failure." You sighed, your eyes firmly trained on Karl's body covered by a white sheet already turning red with his blood.

-"We didn't fail, Hound. This whole rescue wasn't as pointless as you think. We gathered enough Intel to keep Laswell and the CIA busy for weeks." Price pats your arm comfortingly.

He felt slightly concerned when he saw the way you stared blankly at the body. Eyes dead, full of apathy and lips slightly parted like you were watching a chunk of frozen meat sitting on the freezer. You weren't like this before. You weren't this... Dry and nonchalant.

-"And yet..."

-"And yet people die. We are not invincible and we don't have super powers. Can't be faster than a bullet, stronger than a tank or teleport to places where people need us the most. We can only do so much, and we surely did our best today, Hound."

You take the Captain's hand and he squeezes it immediately. It helps, but at the same time it doesn't. It never is that simple with you...

Why do you have to be so difficult? Why is it so easy for them to move on but you hold onto casualties along other failures the way you do? Maybe that's why you did what you did with Hassan.

Maybe this job is too much for you, slowly eating the little humanity you have left, shaping you into the monster they all want you to be and yet they fear you'll become it... Fucking hypocrites.

"Mother was right." You think to yourself. "I'm too weak."

A dog's love and loyalty is pure, is unconditional, with no trick or pretention behind it. But raise the dog wrongly, teach it to bite, to do bad, and you'll make a beast out of it. But why teach a hound the way of violence if you are so afraid of the repercussions? Of it to bite, of it to draw blood.

Price is right. Even if you go back to the base with a corpse instead of the living hostage you were supposed to rescue, at least you have brought Laswell shit ton of juicy work she was eager to investigate the soon you'll hand her the laptop and the other folders. You imagine her in her office drinking coffee like it's water as she reads the previous information sent from Duke's laptop while waiting for all of you to arrive.

Ghost surprises you sitting on your other side and nodding a small greet. He mirrors your side-eye, tired eyes meeting even more tired ones. He's got something to say, you know the old man too well.

-"They assigned you a new psychologist in the base." He said casually, you scoffed under your mask.

Soap flopped to your feet crossing his legs with a supportive smile, Gaz walked slowly to the group standing next to Johnny but he didn't smile, he looked bored with the topic.

What?

-"What is this? A family intervention?"

They didn't laugh. Your smile falters, your fingers throw away the cigar you were enjoying previously.

-"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm fucking fine?"

This caught Gus' attention from his seat.

Soap interfered trying to calm you from your defensive state.

-"Come on, (y/n)... It's just a psych evaluation, you know we all take 'em from time to time-"

-"If you don't get evaluated I'll send you home."

The Captain's sudden response shocked you. Ghost grew stiff but remained silent, Johnny looked at you with pity but he hoped you'd understand, Gaz on the other hand... He looked angry, but it's hard to decipher why or with who.

Lucky for you, the helicopter landed and you practically jumped from your seat to scape this tense situation but Ghost grabbed you by the hand almost knocking you on your ass.

Price looks at you sternly when you turn to them once more.

Your hand shot to your mask about to throw it and spit out some colorful words but suddenly all of the boys stood up and threw themselves at you quickly, all of them but Ghost who took a step back just as startled as you by their reaction. Out of the three men who quietly scolded you for trying to take the snout-shaped mask off, it was Garrick who made your eyes snap his way.

-"Don't you fucking dare take that off."

You could feel your breath constrict at his hostile tone. You remember Gaz being the closest thing to a brother you ever had since your father took your sibling and left you to rot with your alcoholic mother. But this wasn't the Gaz you knew.

-"Y' heard the captain. You either evaluate or you can start packing your shit and go back to your mother."

It was mentioning her what made you jump to Gaz with a snarl but a pair of arms stopped you caging you against a warm body you did not recognize.

-"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!"

-"Tranquila..." Gus' voice was calm, not harsh, not fearful, not like your team's.

-"See!? This is what I was fucking talking about!-" Gaz snapped.

-"ENOUGH!" Yelled Ghost startling all of you.

-"Kyle, she got what I said." Price scolds, this time more calm and looking at you with guilt. The glare you shot him made John shag on the spot awaiting whatever you wanted to say, but you stayed quiet trying to contain your anger as your body shakes because of the adrenaline. Gus' arms are your anchor right now. The SpecGru operator allowed you some space to readjust your damned mask that acted like a muzzle.

Nikolai warned you all to get out of the helicopter so he could take Karl's body. An obvious excuse to stop the drama before Gus let you go. You turned to him, hostility written all over your eyes, his body heaved just as yours but he didn't reflect your hatred. He didn't react the same way the others did when you turned into a wild thing. The rican calmly got down of the vehicle and offered you his hand, you took it and jumped down with a quick thanks, he hummed in return.

His other two comrades waved him off before trotting inside the base, your team got out of the Helicopter, only Soap stayed behind to aid Nik while Gaz followed the other operators inside fuming in quiet anger, Ghost and Price waited for your answer after sneaking a look to Gus who did not leave your side ignoring their glare. He had no candle on this burial and yet he stayed.

"I'll fucking go. But when I leave the office, it'll be my turn to talk to all of you. There are some things you boys clearly don't see, and I'll take great pleasure on refreshing your dusty brains a bit."

_______

Once you finished your report of the mission you carelessly folded it and walked out of your private quarters, walked to the right leaving the barrack's hall but before you could take the stairs to Price's office you heard something on the other set of stairs that went to the lower floor.

- "-Y'like it huh?"

- "Of course he does! Look at him!"

- "You wanna end up dead? That it? We could make it faster, more merciful... Think 'bout it, Rodriguez."

Rodriguez, Gus?

You leaned back a bit with the folder firmly tucked under your arm. A group of rookies were crowding someone on the wall under the stairs you were supposed to take. Leaning a little further you saw Gus who was smiling and chuckling nervously with his arms tense and hands lifted, an obvious sign of distress trying to calm his fellow battle mates. They all joked and mocked him and he just took it with a smile and a shrug, he didn't seem like the confrontational type. Which surprised you because he was the one who stopped you from beating some sense into Gaz an hour back.

"Venga, maes... I'm doing my job..."

"Your job huh? Come with us to the training field, we wanna see how good you do your job."

"Haha sure, okay, but let me finish my-"

One of those jerks, much smaller than the Rican, shoved him to the wall so hard his head banged painfully against the bricks while the others laughed as he winced.

"You are so funny with your big super Mario moustache and cute accent..." He mocked Gus' frowning face until another lankier guy spoke up.

"You are coming with us now or you'll end up lookin' like a Van Gogh's painting. Just like your Team Leader's son."

You fisted the folder you were holding at the mention of today's casualty. Something in you pushed you to take a step their way until a gigantic shadow towered over them, someone was trying to take their stairs and did not shy away from making presence. You stepped back about to resume your trip to John's office until you heard the new person growl to the other rookies with an all too familiar voice.

"You look like a chunk of fuckable meat. Are you?"

There was an awkward silence until you heard some rushed steps and a grunt followed by more rushed stomping and a dragging sound, the rookies were moving out of the way and taking Gus with them outside. When you looked downwards to their late spot you saw Ghost staring right at you. His eyes were soft but held a seriousness in them that made you scoff and turn back.

"(Y/n)."

Your lieutenant rushed his steps to get to you when you were almost reaching the top of the stairs. You turned to your side mauling at your lower lip.

"You wanna watch Metalocalypse later...?"

Out of all the things you imaged Ghost would say... He said this.

You sighed and smiled huffing a little, you were relieved that he didn't mention a word about what happened on Nik's chopper.

Then you nodded.

"After I hand the report and get evaluated... I'll go to your quarters if I can, if not I'll probably be beating the crap out of the doc and the others."

Ghost hummed pleased with your response and instead of leaving to his quarters like you expected him to do, he followed you upstairs.

You both headed to Price's office where the captain welcomed you warmly with a soft spoken "Well done. Now let's get to the doc's."

Both Ghost and Price accompanied you downstairs. You found Soap already waiting there, leaning on the wall with a troubled look. He gave you a worried glance before he walked to your side, Ghost steps back allowing the Scot some space to comfort you.

You were nervous, they all knew it.

-"Gaz...?" You asked.

-"He's... He'll come for sure. Then we can all talk like ye wanted. I'm sure everything will go alrigh' lass." Soap's comforting voice followed by a soft nuzzle on your masked chin made your anger increase, you moved your head away.

"I promise not to bite the doctor's throat off. Don't you worry." You spoke coldly as soon as your name was announced by the new therapist who was eyeing down some papers he was holding.

"Wait..." His voice wavered. And you stopped mid step when he lowered the files from his face.

A pair of eyes exactly like yours looked up at you in shock. The captain, Ghost and Soap were astonished at the sight.

"Oh you've got t' be fucking kidding me! Who the fuck planned this!? Is this a REAL family intervention now!? CAPTAIN!" You snapped looking at Price but his visible confusion confirmed this was actually a coincidence.

Fuck whoever was up there assigned to write the book of tragedies that composed your life. Fuck whoever planned to put your fucking twin brother who you hadn't seen since you were nine years old as your therapist.

This had to be a sick joke because if it wasn't, you wouldn't be laughing like a mad woman right now as the others stared with no clue on what to do or say.

You laughed because of everyone's faces, you laughed at Price for putting you on this position for thinking you needed professional help without even consulting you first, you laughed because your twin brother looked just like you but with a terrible-looking beard and a psychology degree. You laughed because monsters don't cry.

-"(Y/n)..." Garret sighed when your laughter started dying down and you covered your eyes because your lower mask already hid half your face.

- "I'm sorry gentlemen. This is unfortunate..."

-"If you ask my unit to leave this hall I'll kill you in your sleep, Garret." Your elder brother by a few minutes, folded his arms looking at you with pity but masking it with a carefully put neutral expression.

How professional Garret Archer was. Oh wait! That's your mother's last name, obviously he kept your father's after they ran off leaving you under the care of an alcoholic, abusive excuse for a mother.

- "Captain Price. As a therapist I cannot treat family members because it would-"

- "You are no family of mine. Now treat me before my captain kicks me out of the force for killing the right man in the wrong way." You spat. Your brother felt the raw pain and resentment bathe your words. His calm voice reached your ears before your Captain's.

- "I understand. I-It'll only be a simple evaluation. And due our history and absence in each other's lives... I believe it could work. Please step inside to get started."

Price took your hand before you stiffly walked in, his eyes were much more regretful than before. He better be sorry.

- "We could wait for a replacement..."

- "No, thank you. Keep in mind that if I don't get evaluated soon I'll lose my job, your words."

Soap stepped up looking even more guilty than Price.

- "Listen, (Y/n). We wanted t' help ya or at least find someone who could. But this guy is your brother..."

Your unit knew your life story very well. After almost ten years knowing you it was natural that you'd eventually open up about your childhood and your reason for going to the military.

Ghost could read your mind like it was his own. He stands in between you and the other two worried and guilt tripped men nodding at the door signaling you to get this over with. You complied but not before spiting out.

- "As i said, I'm not a fan of being jobless. I have a huge passion for earning money by killing bad folk so I'll suck it up. But you better be here to listen to what I have to say when I'm done getting fucking evaluated by my own brother I haven't seen in almost two decades."

It was only fair. It wouldn't take too much time.

They promised to be here and so you went inside puffing up your chest and adverting your eyes from your ever watchful twin brother.

______

Imagine the horrors a Sargeant like you had witnessed for your brain to react the way it did when you had Hassan at your mercy. For you to act like a caged animal instead of a composed, disciplined soldier.

"Unbalanced, feral, inhumane." Those are the adjectives your unit and other people you associated yourself with used to describe your behavior in battle and sometimes in the comfort of your own base.

Garret tended to study the background of people he'd treat before the first session. He was attentive to every detail. For him, even the fact that some patient's pet goldfish died during their childhood was very important to the moral growth and could perhaps affect other aspects of said patient's life. He didn't get to fully enjoy his entire childhood and adulthood with you, his beloved little sister who at time he would have given anything just to make you smile.

His father... Your father, abandoned you to your luck with the abusive woman who birthed you.

Garret would constantly ask your father why. He'll simply say "Because you were product of your mother's infidelity." The twins she birthed, you and him, were from another man none of you even knew.

"Then why, father?" Garret would ask "Why did you take me? Why not (y/n)? Why not both or why none at all?"

He never got an answer from him. With time he learned to keep quiet about the matter and eventually he moved on, studying psychology to understand people like your father and your mother. To treat anyone as to prevent them from becoming emotionally unstable husks like your parents who passed their personal demons to their children, without ever trying to change their ways and soon enough creating new issued people with more hate and pain to torment the future generations with.

He sees you now, and Garret is split in two again. He sees his sister's body littered in scars you vaguely explained were product of your mother's so called love and your dangerous work. He sees you say it with so much nonchalance he realizes it's not forced. You are used to it, to pain, to people in your life marking you emotionally and physically and he believes the diagnostic he'll end up giving you will be long and colorful, he even readies a few markets of different colors to help you understand what each diagnosis means. Until the evaluation is done and he is slightly taken aback.

You self-analyze almost daily.

You exercise regularly as a way to maintain focused and not lose shape also to keep your mind busy.

You are already aware of the points he gives you on your conduct and can distinct what's morally correct than what is not.

You are SANE.

But why would a person like you who had gone through so much behave the way you did when all of you had cornered Hassan?

Perhaps the situation proved to be too much and your mind collapsed, but you knew what you were doing, you knew it was terrible, macabre even.

"I bite." That's the excuse you gave him, and for a moment Garret saw your father in you. You only showed him a small fraction of the huge iceberg within the depths of your mind. And even if he wants to know more, to be unprofessional and involve himself in your life again to keep his little sister in check and protect you from yourself, he has to restrain himself. And so Garret hands you the piece of paper you had been eagerly waiting for, you snatched it from his hand with vigour, got up, politely thanked him and closed the door behind you before your twin had the chance to offer you his contact.

When you spotted your whole team sitting on the lined chairs on the wall of the long hall, they snapped their heads your way, including Gaz his eyes wide and expectant, thankfully they lacked the hostility he had during your last interaction. The paper you were holding was shoved to Price's face.

They all read it quietly while you crossed your arms.

"How'd it go?" Ghost asked copying your stance.

"Fucking peachy." You chirped.

Your eyes went to Price who got up still reading your twin's observations.

"Now it's your turn to listen to what I have to say."

Gaz nods once with a "Go on." It rubbed you the wrong way, fueling the fire within you. Soap called Price's attention patting his shoulder blade. Now all of them were giving you their full attention. Showtime.

"In all the years I spent working alongside you I've seen so many things that paled in comparison from what I did to Hassan. I'm aware of how I've been handling my work, how bloody and messy missions had turned."

Price tried to comment but you shut him up pretty quick pointing a finger his way.

"I've seen YOU, Johnathan Price, open a man's cranium with a crowbar like it was a coconut. I've seen sweet Johnny strangle a man with so much force his neck snapped to later claim unnecessary violence wasn't his jam. I've seen Ghost throw acid to a woman's mouth we were meant to interrogate in Brazil because she wouldn't speak. And yet YOU, GARRICK, SIT THERE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M THE WORSE HUMAN BEING YOU HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED." Your booming yell reached the men like a thunder, even Ghost had to look away.

Gaz's mouth opens and closes like a fish, his surprise making you remember that he was never present in those many horrific times you had mentioned. He started activity working with all of you when 141 was formed, young Garrick had barely worked a mission or two with the other men, he didn't know them like you did only getting to see a little but of their true violent nature. Poor young man.

"The day you have to commit an atrocious act in the name of self-defense and defy what you consider right I will be there watching, Gaz. Perhaps then you'll understand how fucking insulting it is to be wearing a facemask because your team wants to keep everyone safe from you and hide your identity." Your voice wavers a bit, Ghost tries to comfort you but you move away. The desperation, betrayal and frustration clear on your next words:

"You are all just like my bio family, but Price, YOU are the worst. You made me think that I was understood, that I was safe, never alone-"

"You are not alone (y/n)." Price quickly said standing up, his normally stoic face was filled with grief.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE! YOU ARE ALL LIARS! Stop pretending you are not embarrassed of me when you are even worse than I am. I don't need none of you, I don't need no one but myself."

You did not leave room for them to speak when you turned around and left ignoring their weak calls until Price decided it was best to give you space.

"I'll prove it to you."

______

You went out to the training field overlooking at the rookies from a ramp near an emergency exit from the main building, your boot quickly tapping down the floor, you needed a cig.

"Jesus Christ." You said under your breath but it was loud enough for the man before you to huff out a laugh.

-"Miss Hound."

-"Rodriguez. The fuck happened to you?"

Gustavo's face was littered in small cuts, his lower lip was busted, his huge moustache did a poor job hiding the damage, his arms looked bruised as well with multiple patches of red as if someone had punched and kicked him, in no time they'll catch a purplish color for sure, his white tank top had big, brown stains from being shoved to the dirt and held some specks of blood here and there. Poor man was a total mess.

The rican looked hesitant, surprisingly he found himself doubting whether to snitch on his bullies or not. So he opted to shrug it off joining your perched form up the ramp limping until he got close enough you could smell the sweat and blood from him.

-"Just uh... Well, the greetings I got for joining this new base were a little... Rough, I suppose."

-"Is that how you call getting beaten up? A greeting?" Perhaps it came a little rougher than you intended but the other operator chuckled.

-"That's the army right? Where I come from It was way worse, trust me."

-"Did you even fight back?" You said tilting back a bit to better face him.

-"Nah..."

You couldn't help but gasp out a small surprised chuckle. What a weird man. But he didn't seem like a bad person either, he took the beating like a champ and didn't even say who gave the punches.

You two spent some time alone then, quietly commenting on how terrible the new groups of rookies have been behaving and how shameful it was that you had to trust your lives on assholes like these. Gus didn't complain much, he did agree on mostly everything you said and shared a story or two about how cruel the men at his first base were.

"What a shit day we both had, huh?" You sigh, Gus grunts a "Si..." As he leaned on the wall to your left, your bodies almost touched, yet you did not complain or move away.

-"Miss Hound." He calls out.

-"Rodriguez." You reply again like the time you saw him limping to your resting place.

-"Might I offer you a plan to make this day less shitty?" That perked your interest.

-"Wanna kill the rookies and my team? Cuz' that'd make my Friday less shitty."

Gus laughed wholeheartedly and you smiled charmed by the bubbly sound of his laughter.

-"No! Actually I was thinking... I have a tradition with Reyes and Nova. Every time we come from a hard mission we try and find someplace to break things and blow off some steam." Gus explains and you crock your brow tempting him to explain further. "There's a place conventionally close to your base in which you rent one of the rooms and-"

-"You trainna' fuck with me?"

Gus straightened his back startled by this accusation as he shook his head and hands denying your inquiry.

-"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I mean- no, no. I wouldn't mind at all, though. But it's not that. Listen to me!"

He was so adorable getting frustrated and embarrassed you couldn't help but laugh at his stance.

-"We rent a room and they give us some tools to break things! Like old TV's or windows even! It's very satisfying..."

You have never heard of such a place and right now you could use some destruction.

-"How much does that even cost?"

-"Free. I'll invite ya! Well, you could help me patch my wounds as payment, I'll take a quick shower and we'll head there as soon as I'm done. What do you say?"

You look back to his golden eyes and find nothing but adoration and eagerness. You two needed this. It's clear you are not the only one having a rough day, the bags under his eyes spoke volumes of how tired he must felt for having to deal with his Team Leader's distress and the sudden beating for a greeting.

"I'll patch you up real quick but only after you shower, pretty boy."

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