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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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How would 141 react to their s/o getting pregnant?

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” McTavish, Captain John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions/discussions of… pregnancy, marriage, sex, loss/death.

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A/N: This just randomly came to me and I’m living for it.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

He’d be nervous, filled with more anxiety than missions often do. And if he’s honest with himself, he wouldn’t be happy about it, not at first.

“Simon?” All he does is look up at you, his head still hung low while he sits on the sofa. “Are… you okay?”

Groaning, he drags a hand over his face, shaking his head. “I’m not okay with this.”

And it truly breaks your heart to hear him say it.

“I can’t… can’t provide for you. For it - them.”

“Baby,” Sitting by his side, you place a gentle palm on his thigh. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“You could lose me.” He states, looking over to stare into your eyes. “Any day, at any point. You know that, right?”

“I’ve always known that…” But you hate talking about it. “But even if I did… now, I’d always have a piece of you.”

And that softens him, softens him right to the core.

“I…” Glancing down, your hand gravitates naturally to your lower belly. “I want this baby, Si.”

Hearing the small crack in your voice tugs at his heartstrings. Honestly, he’s never considered having kids before, not in his entire life. The two of you have never talked about it and he’s never wanted to. His dad was fucked up, fucked him up, and he’s not sure he’d be able to do any better.

“Darling I,” Choking on his words, he swallows thickly before continuing. “I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.”

Grinning, you playfully poke his side, “That mean I’m not gonna be a single mom?”

He scoffs, turning his head away briefly. “Don’t know how you could even think that.” And now, he’s looking at your stomach, sighing. “I already worry so much about you.”

“Why, baby?”

“Anyone finds out about me, and they’re gonna find you. I don’t want anyone finding you.” And you understand what he means. His military family has welcomed you with open arms, but they deal with enemies regularly. Enemies that kill for sport, some even more than Simon does.

“This is a challenge, a big challenge.”

“I know, it is for me too, baby.” And when you point this out, his mindset changes. Here you are seeking comfort and security and he’s giving you anything but.

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever leave.” He expresses wholeheartedly, reaching for your hand. And then he’s releasing a heavy breath, ready to make his decision on this. “What kind of a man would I be to let a little baby scare me away?”

John “Soap” McTavish

Jesus, he’d be so over the moon. It’s adorable just how giddy he is when you finally tell him. And while you expected him to be happy, you didn’t think it’d be to this extent.

“Johnny,” You laugh, feeling his arms wrap around your upper thighs.

He’s kneeling, grinning uncontrollably as he kisses your belly. Those big, azure eyes turned wide the moment you told him, and almost immediately, he fell to his knees.

“Oh, you’re gonna be just beautiful.” He sighs, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. Nuzzling gently, he closes his eyes, mumbling, “Just beautiful…”

“Hm…” Humming happily, you stroke his hair, grinning down at him. “You’re excited to be a daddy, baby?”

“M’eudail,” Releasing a gentle breath, he shakes his head. “You have no idea.” (My darling, my dear)

You hadn’t discussed it beforehand, it was in no way planned. But when you got the positive result, there wasn’t a second of hesitancy within you. He would be and was the first to find out. You always knew Johnny would be the best daddy.

“You’ve gotta stay here.” He then insists, looking up at you from his knees.

Raising your brows, you repeat, “Here?” And he nods, a goofy smile on his pretty face. “In the base?!”

“Yeah! We’ve got the best medics, babe. It’ll be so good, I promise you. And I’ll be able to see you every day, make sure you’re cared for.”

Right now, you’re in Johnny’s room, and while it’s comfortable for your nights together… you’re not exactly sure how it would do as a maternity room. And he sees you eyeing his space suspiciously, quick to pop up to his feet and hold your face.

“We wouldn’t stay here, we can get a bigger room. I’m sure Price’ll be fine with it, I’m sure of it.”

“Johnny, it’ll be okay if we can’t stay together, baby. We can just see each other like we do now.” You remind him gently, smiling at the father of your baby.

“No,” He insists, that full accent bubbling to the surface whenever his voice gets deep. “No way, no how. I’m stayin’ with you, with you and this baby.” And then, he’s grinning again and dropping back down to his knees.

Holding your sides, he stares at your covered tummy. “A wee baby.”

Captain John Price

At first, he tries to act dumb. He’ll claim you two were so careful, that you always tracked your cycle and took the necessary precautions. But it doesn’t take long for you to call him on his shit.

“No, actually you’re right. Busting a load into me three times a week is definitely careful.”

“We haven’t had condoms, alright?” He shoots back, a grin playing on the edges of his lips.

“John, we haven’t had them for more than a month!” You giggle, those chuckles erupting into full on laughter when he rolls his eyes again.

Eyeing your stomach, he then glances up at you. “So, you’re really baking, huh?”

“What?” Another bout of laughter bubbles from your lips, quirking your eyebrow at his strange comment.

Striding over to you, he grins, placing his hands on your hips. “Got a little bun in the oven?”

“How are you so calm about this?” You wonder, genuinely perplexed by it.

He shrugs, thumbs rubbing your clothed skin. “We’re a pretty solid team, aren’t we?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Then who’s to say we should be worried about this? Hm?”

While you’re surprised at his casual tone, it also serves to remind you of who this man truly is. John is sturdy, his mental arena a firm foundation that’s made him the man he is today, and that’s also allowed your relationship to build. He’s taken on so much in his life that he sees this predicament as any other task. It’s a situation he’s gotten himself into, and one that he’ll have to figure out. And who better to figure it out with than the love of his life?

“What do you think? Hm?” He asks, lifting a hand to cup your pretty face. “You wanna keep it?”

“Yes, I really do.” Nodding slowly, you smile, feeling unsure but excited. “Do you?”

“I want to keep every part of you.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you into him. “And this baby is part of us, isn’t it?”

Internally, you feel warm from John’s love. It’s so easy to fall for him, how could it not be when he’s there to catch you? And he does so effortlessly, repeatedly, his genuine affection a soft blanket that you always cuddle into.

“Yeah,” Nodding, you can’t help the smile that plumps your cheeks.

Leaning in, John rests his forehead over your own, sighing. With both hands on your lower back, your own slide up along his chest until your arms are looping around his neck. The calm that surrounds the two of you is relaxing, reassuring, his sweet embrace everything you could need in this moment.

“I’m here, honey.” He whispers to you softly, “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

The only reason he’s not overtly happy is because of his own insecurities. He feels so new in his field and wants to be able to support you, wants to do everything he can to be the man of your soon to be small family.

“Aren’t you happy?” You ask, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I am!” He clarifies, reaching for you. “I am, I really am.”

“Then… what is it?”

“I just,” Chuckling, he shakes his head a single time. “I’m kicking myself for not doing this properly.”

“Properly?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs, “Getting down on one knee, making you mine before you have our baby.”

“Kyle,” Grinning, you step closer to him. “I already am yours. We don’t need a wedding to start a family.”

And while he knows you’re right, he can’t stop thinking about it, about how he’d propose and the wedding you’d plan. You don’t need a piece of paper to say you can be together, you don’t, but still, it holds meaning to him.

After moving through the motions and letting the news settle in, he’d be more than ecstatic. He knows that the insecurities chattering away in the back of his head don’t have any real stance. Kyle has given you the world so far and he doesn’t plan to stop now. He’d take it upon himself to draw up a list, wanting you and the baby to have everything you need. There wouldn't be a single shopping trip where he wasn’t involved and getting extras of everything. He just wants to be prepared. But while he’s planning for your new baby, he’s also planning to take that step with you.

It would be after you’ve given birth, holding your new baby girl. He didn’t want to overwhelm you during your pregnancy and thought the day your daughter came into the world would only make it that much more special.

“Baby, what’re you…”

After she’s been fed, he’d swaddle her, placing her in the plastic crib the hospital offers. And that’s when he’d get down on one knee, sighing.

“I know we don’t need it,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the box, eyes returning to yours as he opens it. “But I want it. I want you to be my wife.”

#this was so cute #i really loved making this #Simon Riley #Simon “Ghost” Riley #John McTavish #John “Soap” McTavish #John Price #Captain John Price #Kyle “Gaz” Garrick #task force 141 #cod #cod mw2

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ghostsbimbo · 2 months

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The 141 and what they would be as Animal Crossing villager types.

Captain John Price would be a bear normal villager. There's just something about him to me that speaks he would be a normal villager and I can't exactly put my finger on what it is just yet.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley would be a bear cranky villager. I know, he's big, gruff, stoic, and quiet, and we don't get much on his personality. But from what I can gather from his personality, He seems to be a cranky villager to me.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick would be a cat jock villager. He just seems like a gym bro (in the nicest way possible.) like, he's not one of those gym bros that scares the other patrons/makes women uncomfortable. In fact, he's the gym bro that protects the ladies or other patrons if a douche bag does come up to them and start bothering them. He's just an all around wholesome dude, but a jock villager nonetheless.

Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish would be a wolf lazy villager. Now, hear me out. My favorite villager? It's Bob. Bob is a lazy villager. I interact with him on the daily. The things that come out of Bob's mouth? They are things Soap would say and I will not take no for an answer on that subject.

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bug-bites · 8 months

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LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

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alexkellersgymshorts · 8 months

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The Mechanics of Hope

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Alex Keller

Single Parent Omega Gaz x Mechanic Alpha Alex Keller

It's always been Gaz and his daughter, Genevieve. Ever since she was born and her father had died in an accident, it'd been just them against the world. Well, them and four pseudo parents that Gaz had picked up. And two best friends.

Either way, he's not really interested in trying to expand what he has. He doesn't really date around, because he doesn't trust new alphas around his daughter.

Of course, one has become rather persistent in trying to court him. But, he doesn't know about Genevieve, and Kyle is positive he's not going to stick around once he finds out.

Warnings: ABO, talks of death, fem leaning terms for omegas

Gaz took a deep breath, holding his head for a moment and trying to push down the migraine that was building. He didn’t have time to see the doctor, again, and he knew it was just because he was pushing himself and his lungs were having trouble filling completely with air. He didn’t want to deal with it, though.

So, he just took a breath. “Genevieve Garrick!” He called, planting his hands on his hips and then going to her room, seeing her very quickly shove a tablet under her pillow. The tablet that “Grandpa Price” had gotten her for her birthday. She was only 7, she didn’t need a tablet…

He’d been ignored on this, though. Shaking his head, he went over and held out his hand. “Come on, just let me have it so it can charge at least.” He softened his tone. It had helped her… Laswell had installed a few speech apps on it, which was helping her communicate, so he supposed he couldn’t be too angry. Even still, it would have been nice to be backed up on something.

She seemed to pout as she gave him the tablet and then he shook his head, hoisting her up and putting her on his hip, ignoring how badly his back ached from her weight, though she was average weight for a seven year old. “Come on, school time.” He said, putting the tablet onto the wireless charging port that Price had so generously bought for it.

She didn’t protest like she normally did, which Gaz was grateful for. Though, he did suspect it had something to do with the Halloween Party that was happening that day. He sat down with her in his lap and helped her get the sparkly black socks she had begged for for her spider costume on.

“Grandpa Price is going to pick you up from school.” He informed her as he made her stand so he could get the hoodie he’d handsewn extra arms onto. They rose as she moved her arms and he’d also handmade her little sunglasses with extra eyes on them. “Are you okay with that?”

A grin spread across her face and she immediately nodded. “Ice cream?” She asked.

Gaz laughed. “I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll get you some. He mentioned ordering pizza on the phone.” A little sparkle came in her eyes, which were green, the only trait she didn’t seem to get from Gaz. “Come on, Mum’s got some errands to run, love.”

Gen put her arms up in the air and he gladly picked her up again, dreading the day she’d be too big for him to do that, though it seemed to approach faster and faster.

He grabbed her bag on the way out to the car and helped her into her carseat, though she could already buckle herself. He knew she would soon be out of one, but it was peace of mind until she was. He put the radio on to her favorite station and then started to drive, his mind wandering as it always did.

Gaz had been a teen mom, now only 22. And it had always been him and Genevieve. He wasn’t groomed by her father, no, in fact he’d been a very good partner, a fantastic alpha. Had been ready to step up and be her father, despite hardly being a year older than Gaz. Had even dropped out to get a good job and his family had given them a house.

But… death happens when you least expect it. He’d had a motorcycle and he’d actually been driving to sell it, since they’d need a better car. He was hit by a semi truck on the way there, died instantly.

The worst part was that it had happened while Gaz was in labor. His water had broke right after his boyfriend had left and he hadn’t wanted to distract him by calling him so he’d had his boyfriend’s mom take him. Got the call right after she was born.

Well, his in-laws support had only lasted as long as their son was alive, because now… they wanted nothing to do with Gaz or his daughter. They’d let him keep the house, which he still owned, but that was it save for enough money to put a down payment on a shitty car as long as he left silently.

Whatever, he hadn’t needed them, anyway. However, the car was a piece of shit. When Gen was only around 3 years old, it’d started to regularly break down and Gaz had had to start taking it to a mechanic. Well, only one hadn’t tried to scam him or overprice him since he was an omega, and that was Price’s shop.

Hell, Gaz had brought the car in to Price had been when Gen was severely overstimulated from the rattle of the engine, so she’d been crying and poor Gaz had been close to tears himself, trying hard to soothe her without breaking down.

Price had refused payment and had even fixed several other issues. One of these included calming Gen down, since one of his mechanics, another omega named Soap, who was actually only 17 at the time, had made silly antics which had had Gen, and maybe even Gaz, giggling softly.

It’d been a silly sight, Soap with his jumpsuit around his waist, doing a dramatic reenactment of a scene from Outlander, a romance show Gaz absolutely hated, but apparently Soap adored. He’d belted out lines, though, and both had clapped once he was done, as Price had came and told Gaz his car was fixed up. “Just come to me, for now.” Price had told him. “Don’t worry about money, just bring ‘er to me.”

Gaz couldn’t afford to insist to pay, so he’d instead broke down sobbing and thanking Price, who had seemed a little uncomfortable. The next time his car had broke down, he’d again gone to him, and Kate Laswell was there. She was an alpha, married to a sweet omega named Diane, and she invited Gaz and Gen to dinner.

From there, all three, and then later Price’s partner, an alpha named Nik, had become sort of like parents to Gaz. Grandparents to Gen.

Genevieve called Price and Nik Grandpa Price and Grandpa Nik, and she called Diane Mawmaw Diane, and Laswell was just Kate. Laswell apparently didn’t want to feel old so she’d asked to just be called Kate.

Soap was Uncle Soap, since Soap preferred masculine or alpha leaning terms, and his boyfriend, another omega named Roach, was called Auntie Roachie, though Roach detested the name. Soap had jokingly called him that, once, and Gen had stuck with it.

Roach was another godsend, actually. See, when Gen was four years old, she got diagnosed with autism. Gaz knew she got it from him but he wasn’t diagnosed and he could pretend he didn’t have it if he really tried. She… couldn’t. Later, he’d learned how bad the terms were, but low functioning had been what she was called.

Roach, however, had apparently been diagnosed similarly. He had given Gaz every resource he had, had told him the name of a child therapist who could help, and helped Gaz pick a speech therapy class for her. Roach was actually still primarily nonverbal because of his own autism.

So yeah, he hadn’t needed his inlaws. Fuck them.

But, at home, it was just him and Genevieve. Yeah, Soap, and later another omega friend named Rodolfo, helped him out a lot, but he tried not to ask too much.

It was him and Genevieve against the world…

He met his daughter’s eyes in the rearview mirror and then he watched her give him this big toothy grin, complete with a missing front tooth which had just recently fallen out. Price had made some big display of finding her a fancy box to leave it in, which had been so convenient since that meant Gaz didn’t have to desperately scramble to find her damn tooth under her pillow.

Then, he heard it. A clankering noise which had him fighting not to hit his head against the steering wheel. Immediately, Genevieve’s hands covered her ears, so he handed back her headphones and the ipod he’d gotten for her, just so she could have a way to block out the sound in the car. Had cost him a lot, but it didn’t have internet.

Ignoring a car honking behind him, he continued on to her school, going into the drop off lane. “Have a good day, Gen!” He told her as he unlocked the doors. She came up to the window so he smiled. “Remember, spiders don’t roar, they hiss.”

She giggled and nodded before hissing, having an easier time due to that missing tooth, though it whistled slightly. “Bye, bye, mama.” She said, which always had his heart warming. He wouldn’t push her, if she remained nonverbal the rest of her life. But, it always made him so happy to hear her say Mum or Mama.

“Bye, bye, sweet girl.” He murmured, leaning out of the car to kiss her head. He grabbed her headphones off her head since they’d both forgotten and then he tossed them into the seat beside him, watching her run up the stairs to the door.

She ran up, immediately, to another little girl named Dae, who also had a single mom named Kim Hong-Jin, though he preferred Horangi to his friends. If Gaz remembered correctly, it meant Tiger in Korean. They weren’t really close, but their daughters had found each other and so they interacted for playdates.

It was… actually a rather tragic story how Dae came to be. Made Gaz grateful for a lot.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to just not put it off, and drove the car to Price’s shop, deciding to just take the bus to run the few errands he needed to. It would be annoying to take groceries home on the bus, but… he’d manage.

He tilted his head at not seeing Soap’s car in the parking lot, though Soap had mentioned he was taking less hours since Roach had convinced him to take a few classes at the local college. Regardless, he parked and got out, going into the building.

There, he was greeted with two alphas, who he didn’t recognize at all. One, a woman, had a warm smile. Her jumpsuit was currently tied around her waist, though she was still covered in grease, and her hair was in a long single braid down her back. “Hello.” She greeted. “What can we do for you?”

The other, a male alpha, caught Gaz’s eye embarrassingly quickly. This may have to do with him being completely Gaz’s type. Gaz was tall for an omega, but this alpha was still Gaz’s height. Blonde, with a slightly fuller five o’clock shadow, and a warm half grin as Gaz stepped in. A sort of charming “how do you do” grin.

“I uh…” Gaz shook it off, quickly, and turned back to the woman. “Is Price in?”

“He is! He’s in his office.” She nodded. “Do you need to speak with him? He’s on lunch.”

“Oh, I can wait, then.” Gaz answered, feeling guilty for interrupting Price’s lunch. “Um, my name is Kyle-”

“Oh, don’t give that shit, Gaz.” Price chuckled, coming out of his office. “You don’t have to wait. I forgot the damn sack at home, anyway, so I was watching football.”

“Don’t you mean soccer, sir?” The male alpha chuckled, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you watch American football.”

“I mean football, Keller. The right football.” Price glared at the alpha, but his last name stood out to Gaz. Ahhh, Keller. This must be Alex and Farah, then. Laswell had taken in both, sort of like Price had, though they’d apparently been away for college. Both were 24, if Gaz remembered correctly. “Anyway, can you just bring in his car? It’s the shitty Kia.”

“Hey!” Gaz laughed, defending. “It’s my shitty Kia, and it’s been pretty reliable. When… it’s not breaking down.” He muttered that last part, and then sighed. “It’s making that sound again…”

“Probably the belt, again.” Price shook his head. “That bloody thing goes through more belts than I do around Christmas. Farah, can you-”

“On it.” She gave a thumbs up. “Can I have your keys?” She asked Gaz, her eyes soft. “Please.”

Gaz relaxed and then got them out, handing them to her. “Thanks… I have some errands to run, so I’ll be back in a few hours. Please let me pay this time.”

“For a slipped belt?” Price laughed, indignantly. “Here, you can pay by letting me buy you a new car.”

“You’ve done enough…” Gaz shook his head. He’d feel awful if he let Price buy him an entire car. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Well, then, in the mean time… free service. Here, I really don’t want you taking the bus through the city.” Price got out a second set of keys, likely to his truck, and Gaz winced. “Don’t fight me, Gaz.”

Gaz… also really didn’t want to take the bus. “Fine, I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Wonderful.” Price pat his shoulder and then immediately turned to Alex, who Gaz noted had been watching him the entire time. “Well don’t fucking dawdle, Keller! There’s shit to do!” He scolded before going into his office.

“There really isn’t.” Alex chuckled, just moving back behind the little counter. “Hence why he even took his lunch. Well, actually, he took it because Nik threatened to leave his ass if he kept overworking himself.”

Gaz laughed, softly, since that definitely sounded like Nik. “I don’t think we’ve met… I’m Kyle, like I said earlier, but pretty much everyone calls me Gaz.”

“Why?” Alex tilted his head, almost appearing to frown. “I um… sort of fail to see how that fits with Kyle…”

Gaz couldn’t help laughing, softly, since it made sense. “Price started to call me it. I’m not really sure why.”

“Ah. Well, the old man does funny things.” Alex laughed, softly. “I’ll let you get to your errands.”

“Thanks, I’ll let you…” Gaz paused, since Alex had just mentioned that it wasn’t busy. “Well, be bored, I guess. Dawdle.”

Alex laughed, again, and Gaz hated how he flushed from the sound of it. Look, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, okay? Taking a deep breath, Gaz shook his head. No, don’t go for it. Alphas didn’t want omegas who already had kids. They definitely didn’t want omegas who had the laundry list of health issues that Gaz did.

So, he just said another goodbye, and quickly left, gladly taking Price’s truck and going to run his errands, dropping the groceries off at home before filling the tank and coming back. It was… twice what he’d have to pay for his own car, but hey, free car service. And, he’d gotten paid a bit more that week, so he could afford it.

When he came back, he was surprised to see Price’s office was closed, which was odd, but Alex was still behind the counter. “Where’s Price?”

“Laswell called.” Alex explained, holding out Gaz’s keys. “Had an issue or something, so he rushed off. Took his other truck.”

“Ah.” Gaz nodded, taking his keys back and giving Alex Price’s keys. “Oh.” He hoped he’d still be picking Gen up, though he had about four hours left, anyway. Gen had an art club after school. “Thanks.”

“Hey, do you want to get coffee sometime?” Alex asked, which startled Gaz and had him blushing dark red. “Or… tea.” He chuckled.

Gaz couldn’t help laughing at the joke. “I…” No, he couldn’t. He did consider indulging for just one coffee date but… no. Alphas really didn’t like single moms. Even still, he didn’t want to just blow Alex off. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I can’t…” He sighed, pretending to be forlorn. “I don’t date mechanics.” He joked.

“Oh, well if that’s the case, I’ll quit right now.” Alex joked, which made Gaz relax since that meant he had succeeded in not hurting his feelings. “I’m actually studying criminology. You date lawyers?”

“Too stuffy.” Gaz teased, leaning against the counter. “Too uptight.”

“I can be anything but uptight.” Alex grinned, leaning close.

God, Gaz wanted him so fucking bad but… he couldn’t. So, allowing himself one last disappointed sigh. “Sorry… I don’t date.” He smiled, apologetically. “You’re cute, though. Tell Farah thanks for fixing my car.”

That time, Alex did seem disappointed. “That’s alright.” He seemed to smile, anyway, before nodding. “Have a great day, Gaz.”

“You, too.” Gaz gave a little wave before heading off, trying not to dwell on his own disappointment too much. He reminded himself that single alphas weren’t looking for omegas like him.

As disheartening as that may be.

#kyle “gaz” garrick #alex keller #kyle gaz garrick x alex keller #omega kyle gaz garrick #alpha alex keller #single parent kyle gaz garrick #mechanic alex keller #gaz cod #alex cod #call of duty #call of duty fanfiction #omegaverse #omega kyle gaz garrick x alpha alex keller

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dracobrooklyn · 4 months

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141!Monster x Reader AU Masterlist

Huge HUUUUUUUGE Credit goes @bluegiragi who gave me permission to use the idea of the monster forms they let me use for the x Reader! Their art is fantastic and I highly recommend you check them out!! Note: this will NOT be connected to their comics or stories they have created, for the respect of their content so readers won't get confused, I am only using the monster forms and making my own headcannons. || MDNI || 18+, these mini stories very much will have adult themes and also will have Smut, Violence, Language, and Dark Themes. You have been warned. This is also a Fem!POV for the Reader just a heads up! Requests: Closed Asks: Closed

Summary: You are the Nurse/Doctor to the Task force 141 the case of 4 strong cryptic gentleman that have inhuman abilities. It's your job to make sure they are in check with their health, check their vitals, and make sure they are home safe. It takes a toll on them doing what they do. Perhaps you will grow closer to them... maybe even more than that.

Note: This is will not be a Poly x Reader BUT I am thinking about making small one shots with Poly stuff cause the ideas are cute in my head. These will be in different POV with the Reader, depending who your favorite is, or you just want to experience them all.

John Price: A Green Fire breathing Dragon, and the Captain of the group. Under those green rough scales is a man who craves to have companionship, but he's not gonna tell you that, Dragons have plenty of secrets.

Masterlist: WIP

Ask's: None

Headcannons: None

Simon "Ghost" Riley: Lieutenant of task 141. The Dark Shadow Wraith that has a dark secret beneath his gift, will you be the light to his Darkness?

Masterlist: WIP

Ask's: None

Headcannons: None

John "Soap" MacTavish: Sargent of the Task 141, did we also mention he is also a werewolf. His cocky attitude with his loyal personality could warm your heart, but he has a little trouble controlling his wolf form... in many different ways. You could possibly teach an old dog new tricks.

Masterlist: WIP

Ask's: None

Headcannons: None

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Also a Sargent of Task 141. Known as the Harpy of the group. The man having a wide wing span of an eagle and very much in tune with his gifts, probably a little cocky thinks he can take on the world from the high skies. Maybe you can keep him grounded, and keep his head out of the clouds.

Masterlist: WIP

Ask's: None Headcannons: None

#Masterlist #COD #modern warfare #John Price #Simon “Ghost” Riley #John “Soap” MacTavish #Kyle “Gaz” Garrick #TF 141 #COD x Reader #141 #Female POV #x Reader #Price #Ghost #Soap #Gaz #Coming soon my friends :D

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just-some-friendly-fun · 1 year

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No clue why but, just heard an audio a while back and thought of my Modern Warfare boys and Crow just-- being in this situation, the bigger context could be anything really but just--

*Team 141 bickering*

Soap: Always mad at me!.. Crow: Captain! Can you please tell MacTavish-- Price: All of you be quiet! Soap, Crow, Ghost, Gaz: ... Price: Soap, she's mad because you said "awesome sauce!" instead of I love you too. Price: Crow, he loves you stop being a child. Price suddenly to Ghost: Ghost, you're clearly at fault here. Blaming Gaz won't save you. Price: And Gaz! Price gesturing to Crow and Soap: We both know you were shotgunning funnel cakes instead of being a reliable mediator for those two Price: So everyone-- apologize to everyone else!

*Insert the saddest mixed unison of apologies while Price is just standing with crossed arms*

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ornateorchid · 23 days

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HELLOOOO

mr. elliot knight, do you need a dog? cause i can bark 🐕

#IM DROOLING #SOMEBODY SEDATE ME #ARF ARF ARF #i need him biblically #CARNALLY #elliot knight #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #gaz garrick #gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #cod gaz #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle “gaz” garrick #kyle garrick x you #modern warfare #modern warfare 2

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verdantcreek · 5 months

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gaz doodle for the soul

#artists on tumblr #call of duty #cod #cod fanart #cod mw2 #cod mwiii #mw3 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #kyle “gaz” garrick #mwiii #call of duty fanart #he is the prettiest of the boys don’t tell soap #also today i found out elliot knight is queer which makes him 10x cooler #modern warfare #tf 141 #task force 141

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applbottmjeens · 2 months

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In case you wonder who Anna's favorite racer is... (sorry Gaz)

There are two ABJ post styles: Shitpost and Angst

Canon is decided by whatever the most entertaining

#call of duty #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare oc #mw2 oc #cod oc: annabelle “gremlin” pham #kyle “gaz” garrick #the almighty duo #daniel ricciardo #f1 #formula 1

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captain-mj · 5 months

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Idk if you have done this yet, but what dog breeds would the 141 be

I can do that! I saw your second ask and I’ll be including the König and a Horangi ☺️

Also, I tried to do dog breeds that aren't used often! Both as a personal challenge and also to find dogs I think that fit better.

Ghost: Akbash. Huge lifestock guardian. They're nice to family, but extremely protective, often clashing with strangers. Safe around kids, but not other dogs.

Soap: Scottish Deerhound. They're one of the few Scottish breeds meant to take down deer. Strong, athletic and the hair... y'all get it

Gaz: Belgian Malinois. They're common working dogs and well muscled. Most intelligent dog and Gaz is one of the smartest.

Price: German pointer. He's a working man, so he's a working dog. Pretty self explanatory

Alex: Australian Kelpie. Versatile, intelligent, one of the smartest dog breeds as well.

Farah: Afghan Hound. Before her country was taken over, she came from a well off family. She's incredibly strong and pretty and I feel it suits her.

Laswell: Blue Lacy. They're multipurpose and excellent at any job they're given. Also, they're such pretty dogs!

Graves: Bluetick Coonhound. They're literally hunting dogs who like sniffing people out, work best in packs and they're known for having pretty coats.

Alejandro: Hardest to pick. Still not happy with it. Anatolian shepherd dog. They tend to make packs and are wonderful pack leaders.

Rodolfo: Calupoh. Basically Mexican Wolfdogs. Fiercely loyal, stable and known to have a lot of tolerance. They also are distrustful of strangers.

König: Bernese Mountain dog. They're big, meant for hard work and rather sweet. I've heard before they're susceptible to anxiety but I can't find anything that backs that up.

Horangi: Basenji, this one was suggested by my friend! They're known as wild dogs and they kill their prey by jumping straight up to get it which is unusual for dogs. They also don't bark, instead they more scream.

Chuy: Borzoi. I'm not going to explain.

Reyes: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. They're Canadian, energetic and intelligent.

#Johnny “Soap” Mactavish #Simon “Ghost” Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas #John Price #Kyle “Gaz” Garrick #Phillip Graves #Valeria Garza #Farah Karim #Malika COD #Alex Keller #Kate Laswell #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II #Call of Duty #Gary Roach Sanderson

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simplegenius042 · 4 months

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I'd love to know about "Call to Arms" for the WIP round up. FC5 and CoD my beloveds...

Ah yes! I'd love to talk about the Call To Arms duology!

Since there were two versions of CODMW, I had been stuck on doing either the original version or the reboot. Then I remembered, "I'm a fanfic writer, I can have BOTH!" And that's how I ultimately decided to combine both, so that's going to be fun to work out.

Call To Arms is a Call Of Duty Modern Warfare fic which acts as an origin story for Nadi Sinclair, John Seed's second-in-command in my FC5 fics, explaining why Nadi is so willing to sell her soul to John and Eden's Gate and devote herself to their ideals despite the red flags.

Call To Arms is split in two (due to being a duology); the first fic focuses on the first Modern Warfare and setting up the second, acting as a prologue of sorts, while the second fic focuses on both Modern Warfare 2 & 3, where things start taking a turn for the worst. I'll be sticking with the original's timeline (mostly anyway), as the reboot's timeline just doesn't work for Silva's Hope.

Nadi Sinclair is an Iranian-Frenchwoman who joined the French army and eventually got recruited into SAS operations, specifically the 22nd SAS Regiment, due to her exceptional sharpshooting skills, and acts as designated marksman on good days and sniper on bad days. Despite the work she does, she still retains an optimistic and cheerful demeanor, earning her the nickname "Quokka". She's joined alongside one other recruit; Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish, and are both mentored by SAS Captain John Price and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. The dynamics I'm going for in this group is that Nadi and Soap have this vitriolic sibling energy between them, and are considered the "younger" siblings (being in their early and mid 20s), Gaz the well-behaved one, and Price acting as the big brother everyone looks up to even when he commits the occasional war crime.

There's also Kate Laswell who's the mother hen that covers their asses when they do stupid shit, and checks in on them from time to time to make sure they're all okay. Farah and Alex are the favorite long-distant cousins they wish they got to see more of (with Hadir as the least favorite) and Nikolai is the uncle whose been to prison more than once but does get them out of trouble so he gets a pass, and Griggs is just a stand-up guy who showed up sopping wet like a kitten lost in the rain so they kind of adopted him.

Shepherd also appears a little earlier than he does in both canons (though I'm going for the original MW2 Shepherd as I despise the reboot version) who's either the most impressed dad in the world or the most disappointed. Graves and Valeria are the bad kids who the team want to keep Nadi far away from.

Ghost, Roach, Alejandro, Yuri, and all the others will be introduced in the second fic but while I don't have much to share about their relationship with Nadi now (except that Ghost kind of scares her even though he would absolutely kill anyone who bothered her and help hide the body), I must make this adamantly clear. I do not have any romance at all for this duology, the focus is more on brotherhood/sisterhood. The most you'll get is playful flirting, whatever Alejandro and Valeria got going on, and discussions of Nadi's obvious poor tastes in men and women at her expense (which may explain her crush on a certain Seed brother...).

Makarov is still his horrible self and no one wants him around.

I'm still trying to get things together for this one, I'll need to go on the hunt for the original games (it's... been a while) and replay the reboots (I don't have the third one and while I'm hesitant to get it from what I've heard, I'll do it just for the fic).

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

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