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"& how many times have you loved me without my asking? how often have i loved a thing because you loved it? including me."
Day 1 + 2 of #PricegazWeek : smoke + shotgun
#i hope its clear from this that im going insane this week#only to later dissapear into non-existence again#sorry abt that ig#cannibalism as a metaphor for love dont forget that#only pure devotion here#please#appreciate the symbolism#im begging#i rly liked painting this bg lmao#anyway the actual tags#pricegaz#gazprice#PricegazWeek#PricegazWeek2024#gaz x price#price x gaz#cod gaz#cod price#Kyle Gaz Garrick#John Price#cod mw2#codmw#codmw3
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Waterwork “Sit in water”
#aussiepineapple1st#whump#angst#PriceGazWeek#PriceGazWeek2024#gazprice#pricegaz#gaz#kyle gaz garrick#john price#price#call of duty#modern warfare#blood
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PriceGaz Week 2024
Hello everyone!
I'm happy to announce PriceGaz Week 2024 and the official prompt list with it!
The week-long event is from May 27th to June 2nd, and it's a chance to create fanworks for this wonderful ship.
The theme week functions like this:
Pick a daily prompt from our two prompt lists, themes and poetry excerpts - you may do just one or both, combine them, whatever your heart desires! You can also combine prompts from different days
Post it on the day, or post it a week after - just remember to tag it with #PriceGazWeek or #PriceGazWeek2024
Your creative works can be anything - writing, art, music, recipes, playlists, gifsets, videos, moodboards, whatever the prompts inspire you to make!
Both SFW and NSFW entries are allowed, but remember to tag your NSFW works properly
If you post on AO3, there will be a collection which will be published on May 25th - instructions for this will come later!
Happy creating, everyone! Very excited to see what you all will come up with 💰❤️🧢
#pricegaz#gazprice#pricegaz week#pricegazweek#pricegazweek2024#kyle gaz garrick#john price#cod price#cod gaz#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare
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PriceGazWeek - Day 6 - Broken
(John)
- Please tell me, why did you? I thought it was a promise Kyle… radio silent bullshit…
- Maybe I, if only I arrived in time… You’d still be here, with us…
- I fucking miss you, Kyle…
#PriceGazWeek#PriceGazWeek2024#johnprice#john price#captainprice#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#cod#cod mw2#cod mw3#angst#price x gaz#gaz x price
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@pricegazweek Day 5 - Roadtrip / give me your hand
Another visit to Amsterdam, but this time they actually get to enjoy it :)
#kyle gaz garrick#captain price#pricegaz#pricegazweek#call of duty#modern warfare#Rosie garrick price#ro’s art#ro’s cod art
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I heard it was the PriceGaz week.
May 30 - Sit in Water.
"Soaping together
Is sacred to us.
Washing each other's shoulders.
You can fuck
Anyone-- but with whom can you sit
In water."
- Ilya Kaminsky.
While the child sleeps, Sonya Undresses.
#call of duty#artists on tumblr#price cod#captain john price#john price#captain price#price#pricegaz#pricegazweek#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz garrick#gaz mw2#gaz cod
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@pricegazweek Day 2 - Shotgun
Tags: smoking, shotgunning, discussion of illness and death, pre-relationship (or the liminal space between that and romance)
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“I don’t think our target is going to show up today.”
Gaz, looking out to the empty street from the window, lowers his binoculars. “No, I don’t think so either,” he admits and sits down on the floor where Price already is located, hiding under the window’s ledge, gun propped up against the wall.
“Tomorrow?” he asks and Price shrugs.
“Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe better to keep watch either way, but I have a hunch.” He sniffles. “And it rarely leads me astray.”
“Ah yeah, the famous hunch,” Gaz rolls his eyes and gets an amused look. Price returns to patting his pocket. His eyes light up as he finds what he wants, a cigar and a lighter, and he lights it with an air of gratitude that only a good nicotine hit can sate. Gaz is suddenly grateful he closed the windows – such an obvious tell would be the most embarrassing to be found out.
They’ve been on the look out for two days now and their target is nowhere in sight. Price assured him this is nothing abnormal – him and MacMillan waited for Zakhaev for three days back in Pripyat, apparently, and Gaz hopes they won’t break that record this time.
Gaz sets his weapon on his lap, muzzle facing away from Price, and starts disassembling it as Price smokes. The smoke puffs in the air like from a great dragon, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“You know,” Gaz says, “there is no safe exposure to secondhand smoke.”
“Yeah?” Price replies, blowing smoke in his direction. Gaz waves it away, holding back a laugh.
“My sister ranted about it to my brother once,” he explains. “Last leave. Told him to stay away from his smoker friends, when they’re out.”
“I’m sure that went over well.”
“I’m sure it did,” Gaz sighs. “Didn’t have the heart to tell her that my boss smokes constantly.”
“Like a chimney,” Price grunts and Gaz can’t fight back the grin anymore.
“I didn’t say it,” he simply quips back and knows that if they were any closer, Price would elbow him for his insolent behavior, like a proper commanding officer.
“Could be worse,” Price says then, inspecting his cigar. “A nasty habit, this one. Started years ago and was never able to stop. So don’t ever start.”
“As if the exposure won’t do it,” Gaz chuckles.
“Well, there are worse ways to go.”
“What, worse than lung cancer?”
“That’ll be my problem, won’t it,” Price drawls and were his Captain any other person, he would have winked.
“Not exactly,” Gaz says, taking out a rag to clean the parts of his gun, hands working as they speak. “It’s even more dangerous to the bystander.”
“Really, now?”
“Heightened risk, same result.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Inflammatory and respiratory effects appear within 60 minutes,” Gaz rattles on, and then turns to look at Price. “Can last up to three hours.”
“Hm.”
“Isn’t it interesting?” Gaz asks, putting the parts of his gun aside. “That it lingers like that?”
“Not just on your clothes,” Price’s eyes rake over his form and it makes him shiver.
“But inside you too,” Gaz confirms. Price blinks slowly and takes another inhale of his cigar.
“That is interesting, Sergeant,” he says, blowing the smoke away this time.
He’s not a stupid man.
Gaz doesn’t know what this reaction means – perhaps it excites him? Knowing he never leaves Gaz’s system, even when they’re apart. That he lingers in Gaz’s work clothes, his fatigues too… He mourns a little when he puts the clothes into the wash, willing the scent to stay – but it always fades away after a wash, unlike the smoke in Gaz’s lungs. It creeps into every part of him – from his lungs to his blood stream, his heart, his brain, envelops him into a deadly embrace from within; a warm sort of burn that doesn’t abate once the light is out. He wonders what it would be like to get it right from the source, not just have a scent memory that takes him back to the backseat of a car, to an office, to a quiet night on a mission. He’s never been a real smoker, but he could try. His fingers itch with the absence.
“Being with you is a little like secondhand smoking, you know,” Gaz blurts out.
“Being?” Price raises a brow and Gaz tries not to flush.
“Working.”
“Go on.”
“Leads to premature death.”
That makes Price laugh out loud, making him cough and cover his mouth with his fist. Gaz grins, willing his palpitating heartbeat to calm down – surely this isn’t the moment that his heart gives up on him, of all places, not on the job and exfil nowhere to be seen.
“You’re right about that,” Price chuckles once he’s recovered from his coughing fit. “Can’t tell which is going to kill you first, serving under me or my smoking.”
“I think we’ll find out,” Gaz shrugs. “Visit me at the hospital?”
“I’ll bring flowers to your grave every week, Sergeant,” Price says almost earnestly. Gaz nearly thanks him, save for the look in his eye. “But a pity. To die for the second-best thing.”
“At least I’d die from a real bullet.”
“You think I’ve tainted you enough by now?” Price muses.
“I think you did it by the trip to Moldova.”
“Like a smoke sauna, that car.”
“You ever been?”
“Nikolai took me once. You’d never know the difference.”
“I think I became a firsthand smoker,” Gaz grumbles, the memory of the stench of the smoke lingering in the car seats still ingrained in his memory.
“Almost like the real thing,” Price says.
His eyes linger on Gaz’s, then move to the stillness of the room. The smoke rises above them, swirling in the low light.
“Would you ever offer me one?”
“One of my cigars? Never.”
“Why is that?”
“Cigarettes suit you better,” Price says, voice low. “Your fingers… More slender than mine. A cigarette would belong there.”
“You’ve clearly thought about it.”
Price gives him a heavy look, straying to his hands – empty, still, aching to reach out.
“Yes.”
Gaz bites his lip. Price’s eyes travel back to his face, the blue of them piercing through his very being.
“Pity I don’t carry any.”
“Secondhand smoke it is, then?”
Gaz weighs the situation for a moment.
Ah, fuck it.
“Won’t hurt to have it straight from the source,” Gaz says, and crawls across the space between them – feeling slightly self-conscious, but it’s dulled by the expectant parting of Price’s lips. When he settles astride Price’s legs, Price meets his eyes – hooded, expectant – and brings the cigar to his lips.
Shotgunning is a delicate art – it has to be deliberate. The smoke, directed from one person’s lips to another, has to be a gentle blow; the inhalation precise. Gaz leans in slowly, chases that sliver of smoke from his lips, inhaling it into his lungs. And he feels it, first hand, the real thing, Price’s hand on his thigh and the other holding out the cigar, to stop the ash from falling on his clothes.
But there’s already a fallout: Gaz hands clutching the straps of Price’s vest, his mouth chasing the alluring smoke from Price’s lips, and when he leans back, it’s only for Price to inhale once more, and to pull him close by the chin.
He wonders which one’s better, the denial or the chase of it? The expectation of it or when it already burns his lungs? He thinks he already has the answer as the smoke turns into the soft press of Price’s lips, when the burning sensation turns into a greedy kiss.
Gaz hopes this will linger, too.
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Couldn't get the usual link to work, but here's Chapter 4 for @pricegazweek ! Chapters: 4/7 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bathing/Washing
Personally, this one is my favourite chapter! As usual, preview below!
The mission was quite possibly one of the easiest that Gaz had been assigned to in quite some time (in writing, anyhow), Kate giving the order to take in a HVT alive and relatively uninjured, tie him up and leave him in a designated place for other agents to retrieve them. Easy enough– until the HVT had a tipoff just before Gaz and Price could nab him. Hours of Price staking out on a roof in the rain while Gaz was left watching the target in a nearby bar, completely and utterly ruined in seconds. Price gave Gaz the order to go after him, alongside the reassurance that he would catch up when he got down to the ground floor.
As Gaz ran, eventually he found himself at the nearby canals fighting rain, the wind and whatever overgrown shrubbery creeped onto the slippery path and cursing the dreadful weather for making such a simple mission all the more harder. The distance between him and the target was getting bigger– the soldier being unfamiliar with the narrow paths and low hanging stone bridges and all but running head first into them.
“Shit– where are you, Captain?” He huffed into his radio, squinting at the blur ahead of him. Where the hell was Price?! “He’s gonna get away!”
“No he’s fucking not.” Was Price’s crackled cryptic reply– then Gaz heard the sound of hard footsteps, branches snapping and Price appeared like a bat out of hell from the bushes next to the target, tackling them–
And sending them both plunging into the dark canal waters.
Gaz barked out a curse, coming to a skidding halt where he saw Price disappear. How deep was the canal? Shit, shit, he was sure it had said somewhere in the brief but he couldn’t remember because he didn’t think it was all that important at the time– he didn’t think they’d be going for a bloody swim in it! Not to mention that Price went under with all of his gear– if the water was indeed as deep as Gaz feared, the Captain would be getting weighed down by not only that, but the target.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, bollocks–”
Just as he was unzipping his jacket, a head broke the surface. Price gasped, shaking his head and coughing roughly. He took a deep breath and then dipped back down into the water, disappearing for only a few seconds before resurfacing with the HVT– holding them by the back of their shirt like a scruffed pup. Gaz watched, relieved, as the older man paddled towards him and wordlessly offered out the, understandably dazed, target. He knelt down, hauling them onto the path with a growl of warning in case they had any ideas. Confident he’d put the fear of god into them, he reached out to Price– who took hold of his arm to use as leverage to heave himself from the water.
“Bloody hell.” Price hissed, “Water’s fucking cold.”
“You were the one who decided to tackle them into the water like you were in the rugby league.”
“Got them to stop, didn’t it?”
He watched as Price knelt down, scruffing the target again and walking in the direction of the drop off point. Gaz followed behind, ensuring they didn’t try and escape again. Once the target was making good friends with the walls of a shipping container, where he would stay until Kaste’s agents came to pick him up in the morning, the pair made their own way to the assigned safehouse for the night.
Read the rest on AO3!
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PriceGazWeek 2024 - day 3
i present you my first fic for PriceGazWeek 2024!
we've got a good ol' fashioned soulmate au to go with the prompt, "blue".
thanks again to @narcissosbythepool for hosting this event and bringing it to life! you are one amazing human and i am so grateful for your friendship!
#writing#fan fic#fanfiction#cod fan fic#pricegazweek 2024#pricegazweek#pricegaz#gazprice#kyle gaz garrick#john price#soulmate au#red's writing
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#call of duty#pricegaz#pricegazweek#pricegazweek2024#john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#price takes football very seriously#gaz does not#it creates issues between them#ghost is a little shit#swearing
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THESUS -Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. HERAKLES -I fear to stain your clothes with blood. THESUS -Stain them. I don't care.
#PriceGazWeek Day 5: Roadtrip
#this scene is so important to me#the amount of tymes ive analyzed and ranted abt it#in a good way and a bad way#jonathan price i fucking hate you#kyle gaz garrick#john price#cod gaz#cod price#pricegaz#gazprice#gazpriceweek#gazpriceweek2024#codmw2#codmw#codmw3#call of duty modern warfare
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Blue “So weep no longer”
May 29th entry for the PriceGaz week cause that’s my birthday haha. Will do others!
#aussiepineapple1st#angst#whump#price#john price#gaz#kyle gaz garrick#character death#blue#so weep no longer#PriceGazWeek#PriceGazWeek2024
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2 DAYS UNTIL PRICEGAZ WEEK!
I'm so excited to see what everyone has planned for this week - I can't wait for the abundance of fanworks for all of us to enjoy!
For people who post on AO3, there is now a collection you can add your works to!
If you post on tumblr, please tag with #PriceGazWeek or #PriceGazWeek2024 so we can reblog your works!
Like said, NSFW entries are also allowed, but remember to tag your works appropriately and thoroughly!
See you next week 💰❤️🧢
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Kickback, a PriceGaz fic for @pricegazweek Day 2 - Shotgun.
Rated E, 2.5k words, Chapter 1/2
Gaz gets bruised by the kickback of a shotgun. It’s just Price’s luck that he has a thing for bruises.
Please mind the tags!
Read it on AO3 here.
#pricegaz#john price#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#gazprice
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@pricegazweek Day 3 - So weep no longer, though you love me
#kyle gaz garrick#captain price#pricegaz#PriceGazWeek#call of duty#modern warfare#ro's art#tw mcd#ambigious character death#you decide if he lives or dies#major character death#tw blood
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♡ this so good, and the contrast and lighting is amazing!!!!!♡
PriceGazWeek - Day 6 - Broken
(John)
- Please tell me, why did you? I thought it was a promise Kyle… radio silent bullshit…
- Maybe I, if only I arrived in time… You’d still be here, with us…
- I fucking miss you, Kyle…
#PriceGazWeek#PriceGazWeek2024#johnprice#john price#captainprice#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick
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