#father!gaz

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

[MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.

“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.

“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.

“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.

“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.

“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.

“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.

“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.

From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.

“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.

“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.

Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.

Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.

You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.

“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.

“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”

“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.

You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.

Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…

Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.

But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.

All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.

Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.

Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.

It didn’t.

You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.

The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.

From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.

Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.

His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.

And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.

That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.

At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.

You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls… 

People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.

You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.

You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...

With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.

And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.

You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.

Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.

She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.

Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets. 

“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.

“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.

“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all… 

He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.

“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.

Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.

“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.

“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.

“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.

He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.

He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.

“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.

“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.

“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests. 

“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.

#ikea writes 💚 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz deserves respect #baby daddy!gaz #father!gaz #fatherhood #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #teenage pregnancy

[mactavishenjoyer]

(wedding planning)

Soap:"your dad? Duh."

Ghost:"He's dead."

Soap:"Oh my fucking god he Is literally right there. I don't care if Price and you got in a fight he's still your dad and I want him in our wedding."

Price:"I- I'm not his dad?"

Soap:

Gaz:"Bullshit."

Roach:"Biggest damn lie I've heard all month."

Soap:"Womp Womp, you're not getting out of the wedding."

#idk something about price acting like a father to ghost so everyone actually thinks he's his dad #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #incorrect cod quotes #incorrect quotes #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #ghoap #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john price cod

[cordeliawhohung]

thinking about the insane angst that would come with being pregnant and walking in on your piece of shit husband having an affair.

unable to stand the sight of him, you'd probably move out pretty quickly. give up the wonderful home you had lived in since you had gotten married and traded it for a flat you're only able to afford because your husband tries to literally buy you back with money. though you're not super far along yet, your pregnancy is still obvious, and it makes things a little difficult climbing flights of stairs, taking the lift, and shoving new items into your flat.

good thing your neighbor, Kyle, seems pretty helpful.

#gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #f!reader #he'd be a better father than your piece of shit husband anyway #and honestly he'll do anything to prove that to you too #i'll write this eventually

[tanked-up]

Soap: We’ve all got issues

Gaz: Sum got daddy issues

Soap sitting on top of Price hugging his waist: What makes you say that

(Gaz sighs and stares at Ghost who’s besides Soap watching everything unfold)

Ghost muttering while holding his composture: That should be me

#that should be him #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon riley #john price #gaz mw2 #cod meme #incorrect cod quotes #incorrect quotations #captain price #father john price #pricesoap #priceghost

[mindie-arts]

💰🧢‼️

#they’re so father son #this one is for the price and gaz enjoyers #call of duty #captain price #gaz #cod captain john price #captain john price #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #artists on tumblr #cod fanart

[cod-dump]

Teen!Gaz: *watching teen!Ghost nervously talk to teen!Soap while fidgeting and blushing*

Teen!Gaz: Fucking weirdo failing to flirt with my best mate… god he’s pathetic

(Later that same day)

Teen!Soap: Kyle… I think I like your brother

Teen!Gaz: Hurt him and I’ll stab you with my pick comb

Teen!Soap:

Teen!Gaz: I’ll let your imagination tell you wear I’ll stab you

#he is his father’s son after all #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #incorrect quotes #ghostsoap #soapghost #teen!ghost au #troubled teen!ghost and exhausted adoptive dad!price #scheduled

[callsign-bunnie]

Some more tweets while I take a micro break from serious writing

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #John Price #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Gaz COD #Price COD #A father and his son #Call of Duty Modern Warfare II #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #queue for dinner again hunny?

[baohanhanesel]

Father TF141 & GN Reader

Summary: You've got night terrors... They are a witness.

Every character's scenario is individual.

You were sleeping soundly. Until you felt eyes watching you. You wanted to open your eyes but your body rejected the offer very quickly. Your eyes kept shut, but the feeling of being watched kept you uncomfortable. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine, making you flinch and open your eyes. You barely manage to open them halfway, and your vision was blurry, you couldn't make sense of anything. The feeling overwhelmed you, and you wanted to leave your room. But your body rejected it too. You tried to move. You tried to open your mouth. Nothing worked as the panic arose within your chest. Your lungs burned in your need for a scream. You needed to call for help, but your mouth would not open.

Your eyes started to force themselves closed shut. You tried to fight against it. But they were too heavy, and by the time they closed you felt pressure on your neck. The cold pressure scared you shitless, but you couldn't move. You couldn't scream. Your breath got heavy, you tried to breath frantically. Your breath coming short, and making your head spin.

If you breathed more. If you were quick enough, maybe something someone would notice and come for your help.

You clung into the bedsheets beneath you and finally managed to grasp on it. You took a sharp breath in, and let out a silent chocked out scream. You sounded like you were getting strangled, with your eyes closed shut and now with the wetness what you presumed was tears on your cheeks.

Simon Ghost Riley was just passing by your bedroom, to check up on you while he was up to pour a cup of tea for himself. While he walked through your door, he caught the glimpse of your uneven breaths. The moment he saw you trying to breathe he was already by your bedside. He watched your closed eyes, and wanted to snap you out of it. Fast.

He let his heavy hand rest above your chest slowly. He grounded you with the weight of his hand and kneeled by your bed. The moment you felt his warm touch on you, you could breath. The thing snapped away, and you blinked the tears away. You sat up, wheezing for air.

"Dad!" You gasped, and immediately jumped on his neck. He held you just as fast. His arms hugging you close. He slowly sat up and propped himself up on the bed with you, holding you close to his chest as you came down from the shock. He knew what night terrors were like. The similar taste of mud in his mouth woke him up many times. They were caused by stress and past trauma. He experienced them a lot before he had you. Sometimes he still had them... But not as often. You changed it for him.

He cradled you, watching you cry to his chest. He didn't speak a single word. You had to calm down first.

"Dad... Can I sleep in your bed for the night..." You barely managed the words in your state of exhaustion. He nodded dutifully, grabbed your pillow and held your hand.

"Let's go, love. Need a cup of tea before we tuck in?"

"Yeah..." You sniffled, and held his hand tight while he led you out of your nightmares.

John Soap Mactavish woke up when he heard the sound of your strangled voice. He was a military trained soldier. A SAS soldier. He always slept on alert mode. It was almost an instinct, the way he was up on his feet and the record time he was in your room. He saw your white knuckles, clutching on your sheets while you cried and choked. He woke Ghost up many times from night terrors. These episodes of his were shit and he almost always got hit by the man. Unconsciously, sure. But his life flashed before his eyes because of that.

Though somehow the possibility of you hitting him or thrashing yourself didn't cross his mind before he ran to you and hugged you. His arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. He shook you awake.

"Dad- Dad Dad Dad!" Your incoherent blabbering dug into his heart. Your hands flew up to clutch on his arms instead.

Safe to say your nails probably left scars behind from how tight you were holding into him as if he was your savior. And he was.

"Shh... Shhh. Lovie I am here. Dad's here." He pulled you close, and kissed your hair. You cried against him, and he kept talking you out of it.

"You are okay. I gotcha. Safe in dad's arms, yah? Let's go to m'bed" He propped you up and gave you a few seconds before helping you up on your feet.

"Dad... I couldn't breathe" He knew. He hugged you close and guided you out of the room with him. Taking you away from the place you experienced your, in his guess, first episode in.

"I know," His arms were warm. He always ran warm. It comforted you. "Those can happen, yar fine. A bi' stressed, 's all?"

You nodded your head, and let yourself flow. He'd keep you safe.

Kyle Gaz Garrick woke up with the sound of your sobs. He approached your room silently, he wanted to give you privacy but also was curious why you were crying. He peaked through the doorway, and saw you choking. You could have as well been choking on your spit, so he was quick on action.

He held you up, made you sit up and turned you on your stomach. He called your name, frantically.

The abrupt action made you gasp and shrike. You let your head hit the sheets, letting the sheets go and tilting your head up right after. "Dad"

Your voice showed him you weren't choking anymore. He exhaled, mumbling your name. "Sweet girl/boy, I am here. What happened?"

"I thought it was a nightmare." Your breath was getting even. "I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. Felt like someone was trying to kill me..."

The words sent chills down his spine, he held you. Arms around your back, locking you into the safest and most comfortable hugs of all time. "No one will ever do that to you. Not when I am in this house... Ever, dear. I promise you that. I am here with you, I got you."

And true to his words, you'd never be harmed.

You sniffled, calm at last. He laid you back in your bed after, running his finger in your hair and then ruffling it.

"if you want to, I can stay in your room till you sleep? I'll grab my tea cup."

"Thanks..."

And he did. He stood by you and watched over you. Until you fell asleep. And after that. He didn't leave your room until it was sunset.

Captain John Price heard your discomfort, your tears and the shallow breaths. He was in your room within a heartbeat, noticing your state he approached you slowly.

"Love?" He called your name, and slowly set his hand on your hair. He petted your hair, and watched the furrow of your eyebrows slowly relax. He wiped your tears away with the back of his fingers, so gently.

He did his best to not startle you or wake you up. Waking you up completely from a night terror might scare you. He knows. It could lead to bad things such as you developing a sleeping disorder, even. So he does his absolute best to soothe you while you sleep.

He steadies you, and watches as your breath stabilizes. Your tears gone and hands loosely laid on the sheets.

He takes a good look at you, and leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. His beard would probably tickle you awake if he wasn't as gentle. He looked at you worriedly, but didn't make a scene out of it.

He silently left the room and occasionally came to check on you during your sleep. He checked on you five times, and didn't get a blink of sleep. And in the morning you didn't even remember experiencing such a thing.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #captain john price #captain price #john price #price cod #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz cod #father #tf 141 #child reader #teen reader

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ghost who used to hate his face because he looked so much like his father. But now he doesn't because he knows that if his father was still alive he would be severely displeased in everything about who he is now, and simon delights in that thought. Because "fuck you dad!" And look maybe everything that happened to him would have still happened, or maybe I'd have been different. But he does know that right now, in the present, that he has an amazing captain that he trusts with his life, a best friend who he would do just about anything for, and the best partner anyone could ever ask for.

So whenever he feels self conscious about his face, and the mask feels glued to his face, he just remembers last night's movie night. Or the spontaneous dance party from last week. Or getting to kiss his Johnny.

He reminds himself of watching john mulaney from the bottom of a dog pile. Or learning stupid line dances because apparently none of them know how to line dance. Or stargazing and telling stupid, made-up stories about the stars that he knows nothing about. Or he remembers dancing in the rain with a giggling soap. Or the tumble into bed that had both him and his partner kissing every part of each other. Or chasing gaz around the commons room because he stole his mask. He remembers soap grinning at him whenever they spar.

And then he remembers that he really likes his face. Because everything that he knows now, would make his snake-kissing, snake of a father have a heart attack. He knows exactly how if his father was alive, he'd try to beat the crap out of him for getting to be happy. But he also knows that he, or price, or gaz would have no problem laying his ass out on the ground. And he knows that, if given the chance, soap would have delighted in torturing the hateful bastard. He knows because he watched him gently, almost lovingly, press flowers to his mother's grave, his brother's, and sister-in-law's, and his nephew's. And then piss on his father's grave, right after.

And he remembers how soap always seems to know when he needs the mask to come off, but can't seem to peel it off himself. Always when he's happiest. And how soap always gingerly peels it off for him.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john Price #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #el rambles #simon Riley's asshole father

[milkydough]

Lost father au part 2

#cod mw2 fanart #cod mw2 #call of duty #mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #ghost x soap #soapghost #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #farah karim #gaz #kyle garrick x farah karim #Simon ghost riley‘s mother #lost father au

[powderrr]

Price's children! Au. It was invented spontaneously, but I want to do something more, and it doesn’t leave my head, which already says a lot.

Bonus:

Дети Прайса! Ау. Придумано спонтанно, но я хочу с ней что-то делать, да и она не вылетает из моей головы, что уже говорит о многом.

#cod #au #FamilyIssue au #price children’s #call of duty #call of duty mw #mw #price ‘22 #father price #john price #Gaz #Gaz ‘22 #kyle gaz garrick #soap #soap ‘22 #john soap mactavish #ghost #ghost ‘22 #simon ghost riley #roach #roach ‘22 #gary roach sanderson #modern warfare #kid!soap #kid!gaz #kid!ghost #kid!roach

[iodotsys]

Whats your HONEST opinion on professor membrane? Is he a good dad, bad dad, abusive, yada yada - give us your insight o wise one

My honest opinion on Membrane?

Membrane suffers from a lack of empathy and inability to see anything outside of his own point of view. Does this make him a bad father? I believe so.

He doesn't have a clue in the world what he's doing in any regard as a father. He probably is going based on things he has seen on TV or a very brief overview of a parenting guide from the 1950's, if anything. I believe he truly views Gaz and Dib as extensions of himself, to the degree he will talk to them as if he was talking to himself. And if they react in any other way than how he himself would react, he can't comprehend it and writes it off as incorrect behavior on THEIR part. Membrane is also rather immature. When he sees something that he views as 'wrong', he will make fun of it. In the episode Battle of the Planets, he does just that to Dib.

He does the basic family things because he knows, logically, he is a father. He goes to Parent Teacher Night because he knows he's required to. He has family night out because he knows he's required to. He provides 'food' to his 'kids' because he knows he's required to. He says "I love you" to his kids because he knows he's required to. Its all very robotic. He was going to cancel family night because Dib wasn't there. Family night MUST have all parties involved or logically its not family night.

He probably believes he's doing his best as a father since he is doing 'father-like' things. But to the outside he is neglectful and work driven.

Does he care about his kids? Yes, in a way he does. Not in an unconditional father-like way, but in a way he may care about an experiment. Science is first, care is second to him. He was not devastated his daughter had an incurable disease, he cared that he couldn't find the cure for the disease. Yet, he really wanted to show off Dib and Gaz in Future Dib. He was even excited to. He makes sure Gaz doesn't go out alone to get her new Game Slave 2 because he doesn't want her to get hurt.

He is devastated that Dib isn't following in his footsteps. He feels he's done something wrong that Dib turned out enjoying the paranormal. This is shown in his agony in Mopiness of Doom. He questions his own abilties.

In fact, Membrane is quite mentally unstable, as is seen with his freakout in the Christmas special. He runs out screaming his head off, unable to handle the PTSD he was going through. And how does Dib react? "Geez dad…"

Its rather normal in that household for Membrane to have complete breakdowns it seems. Not to mention in the comics Membrane's complete catatonic depression from people not listening to him. He relies on his 11 year old daughter to take care of him because he is so lost in his own head.

In conclusion, Membrane is emotionally stunted and immature. He does not have solid child rearing abilities so Gaz and Dib are left to fill those needs for themselves, with very basic human needs met by Membrane. Things like food and shelter. In addition, Membrane is sometimes required to be taken care of by Gaz and Dib due to his emotional instability.

I am happy to provide my wisdom to the fandom.

#invader zim #dib membrane #gaz membrane #professor membrane #this is my view on the whole membrane father thing #have i become the invader zim canon guru? #i will gladly take that title

[tanked-up]

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•Soap planned all this

•Surprisingly, Price was on board

•Gaz proceeded to scream his lungs out and caused Ghost to accidentally shoot a bird

#ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #fake image #fake text #ghost mw2 #simon riley #john price #gaz mw2 #father john price #kyle gaz garrick #incorrect cod quotes #cod memes

[picklepie888]

Human protagonist of a dark sci-fi comedy cartoon that was cancelled way too soon

Arch nemesis is a tiny meglomaniacal alien whose plans involve the destruction of Earth

Only has one living parent whom they have a strained relationship with

Had to break their parent out of space prison at some point

Father is famous in-universe

Heavily implied to be neurodivergent

Has an obsessive personality

An outcast amongst their peers/often deemed "crazy" or "weird"

Antagonized by a scary goth girl with anger issues

Serves as both the show creator's self insert and personal punching bag

Owns a spaceship that once belonged to an alien who antagonized them (which also has a snarky female AI)

Constantly getting hurt in funny cartoonish ways

Constantly getting hurt emotionally as well

Has a poor reputation amongst their fellow humans, despite their efforts to save Earth

Standard outfit includes a jacket, boots, and a shirt with a circle in the center

Has died multiple times

#invader zim #dib membrane #final space #gary goodspeed #don't mind me i'm just comparing two of my unrelated main interests again #they both make me mentally ill #crossover au where gary adopts dib bc he's in desperate need of a father who would be there for him #he should adopt gaz too for good measure #renew final space #nickelodeon

[allay-j11no]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

Headcannon's about Soap, Ghost, Price, Rory, and Gaz in my AU!!

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PRICE ------------------------------- - Father figure of the group obviously - Actually considered adopting Rory and Gaz (Mainly Rory) - If needed, he does have some adoption documents on hand - He had Laswell pull files outta nowhere and just chose mainly misfits - Laswell recommended most of 141's members - Enjoys Gaz and Rory's familial bickering to an extent (ex: playful arguing/bickering like siblings) - Reminds him that they aren't just war machines, they're human too. ------------------------------- SOAP ------------------------------- - Youngest of 141 - (In this AU, Ghost never died in the original MW games, only the main team (RIP roach) so the older members are Price, Gaz, Rory, and Ghost,) Roach was like a child to Rory and Ghost so once Soap filled his spot, naturally he would fill that role too. - Pranks Price - When the queen died he DID play "SCOTTLAND FOREVERRRRRRR!" and wear a kilt - He had a rigorous training drill after that - Makes horrendous dad jokes with Ghost - Accidentally called Rory "Mum" once ------------------------------- GAZ ------------------------------- - Rory's eldest and only cousin - Was Rory's Man of Honor once she and Ghost finally got married - Picks on her constantly to remind her that he loves her - The kinda guy to feel bad about something and stand there like🧍 - He's a teachers pet to price but once the Captain aint lookin, hes a complete bitch, specially to newbies. - Steals Rory's blankets for fun - "She ain't gon find this in a while" *witch cackling* ------------------------------- GHOST ------------------------------- - Was sad when him and Rory were split for a few years - He def asked Price who the surprise someone was when Rory was first joining - Lots of paperwork after he married - He really wants kids with Rory, but they never get the chance to do it or do they have the time to raise 'em - Gets updates about his father (WHO IS STILL ALIVE AND BREATHING IN PRISON PLS GOD KILL THIS OLD MAN) - Made sure Rory has a mask matching his ------------------------------- RORY ------------------------------- - Terrorizes Gaz when he's being a twat - Lots of paperwork after shes married too - When working with Graves, she has almost bashed his skull in numerous times - Cant wait for her and Ghost's retirement, both of em are gonna have plenty of kids to make a new 141 unit just of em (lies she only wants two) - Get's the rare once a year updates on her own father - Call's Price, "Dad" sometimes - Rarely makes breakfast for all of them -------------------------------

#cod mw2 #cod original character #simon ghost riley #father price #john price #captain price #price #soap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #141 #mw2 #cod #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaza #laswell mw2 #kate laswell #character x oc #original character #oc brainrot #headcanon #random #list

[cod-dump]

Its Father’s Day.

141 throws Price a big ol party

Surprise! Don't Kill Us!

Fam 141

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Price has never celebrated Father's Day. He had no children of his own and he never had a good relationship with his own father, so the holiday was just never celebrated. But he never realized how lonely he was on this day until now. The boys had become his family and they all ran off that day to be with their families... Except Ghost, of course.

The man chose to stay and lurk around base (scaring those who were still there). Given it wasn't a big holiday like Christmas or Halloween, there wasn't anything worthwhile going on so Price gave everyone the choice to go spend the day how they see fit. He didn't expect Ghost to even know that it was Father's Day (man had a worse relationship with his own father than Price).

The day came and went and soon everyone was returning to base. Price was giving everyone day to get back into the swing of days (considering quite a few soldiers were hungover and he was in a relatively good mood). He didn't notice that he hadn't seen any of the boys come back and hadn't seen Ghost since yesterday until the sun began to set. Price wasn't worried (yet) so he just sent a text to the group chat to check and see where they were.

CPT. Price: Day's almost over. Have any of you come back to base yet? SGT. MacTavish: Yes sir! Just putting the finishing touches on something CPT. Price: On what?

He was left on read, none of the others even bothering to reply. That annoyed Price but at least told him that they were on base just goofing off somewhere. He got the feeling he wasn't going to get much out of any of the sergeants so he texted Ghost.

CPT. Price: Do you know what the sergeants are up to? LT. Riley: 😊

Price blinked at the very odd response. He has never seen Ghost reply to a message like that with an emoji. What is going on!? Any other messages he sent to Ghost were left on read, confirming that Ghost was in on whatever the sergeants were up to. That was never a good thing. Any past pranks that Ghost decided to support ended in pure chaos.

"Fucking hell..."

Price had two choices: Brace himself for whatever they were planning or go out and try to stop it before it got too far. He has no clue when they started it and he might be too late to stop it. But he could at least try.

Price checked surveillance to see if he could find any of the boys on base. He was able to spot Roach running into a meeting room with a box. Price groans, checking the location before he set out to see what they were doing. When he arrived at the room, he could hear Soap ranting about something while Gaz laughed and Ghost was making some comments. Price went to open the door when Roach opened it.

The sergeant saw Price, screamed, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Price could hear him tell the others that he was there.

"Boys! Whatever you're doing, stop it now. And open this door!"

After some hushed voices the door opens and Soap steps out. The door is cracked open with the other three troublemakers peeking out and blocking Price's view of whatever they were doing. Soap offers a charming smile as he leans on the door frame.

"Hey, Cap! How's things?"

Price glares and crosses his arms, "Came to see the 'finishing touches'."

Soap's eyes flicker to the side to look at the others (who were offering sheepish/nervous grins) before he straightens.

"Well, that particular thing is done but-"

"What are you boys doing?"

"A... thing... Don't worry about it-"

Price steps closer and glares down at Soap who squeaks.

"I am not cleaning up whatever mess this will cause."

"Won't be a mess, Cap! We swear! Just let us-"

"I'll leave it be once I determine myself it won't bring me a headache."

Soap blinks, looking back at Ghost who was shaking his head, before looking back at Price.

"Sorry, sir. No can do."

Price's eye twitches, "What?"

"You see, sir. What's going on beyond this door needs to be absolutely perfect before you can see it."

Price just stares, Soap forcing his smile to stay on his face despite his nervousness. Soap stares at the other three and Price guesses he missed the singal because Soap was back in the room in a blink of a eye and Ghost was in the hall instead. Price didn't even get to react before he was over Ghost's shoulder and the man was taking off down the hall with him.

"SIMON!"

"KEEP HIM BUSY, SI!"

Price struggles against Ghost's hold.

"Simon! Put me down this instant!"

Ghost doesn't comply and just continues to run through the base with Price over his shoulder. Price didn't want to hurt Ghost but the man wasn't responding to his yelling or him smacking his back, so he felt like he didn't have a choice but to kick things up a notch.

"FUCK!"

Price is dropped on the floor after he manages to knee Ghost in the chest. He scrambles to get up but Ghost grabs him from behind and puts him into a headlock. Price was beyond pissed by this point. Whatever the hell they were doing in that room couldn't be anything good if Ghost was going this hard to keep him out of there. Ghost wasn't trying to choke him or knock him out, he was just holding him while dragging him through the hall.

"Simon Riley! What the FUCK is going on in that room!?"

"When I get the go ahead you can go see for yourself. Until then-"

Ghost hauls Price into the air, arms around his chest as he starts to walk.

"I swear to whatever fucking god or divine force that's out there that if you don't let me go I'll-"

A bell sound makes Ghost drop Price, who smacks against the floor and lays there in a undignified position. He gets to his knees and turns to glare at Ghost who had wide eyes that screamed 'oh shit'. Price stands and Ghost holds a hand up while checking his phone, backing away from the fuming captain. After a second of looking at his phone screen, Ghost makes eye contact with Price before he takes off down the hall.

Price cusses at him while giving chase. Ghost seemed to be purposely hanging back so not to completely leave Price in the dust. For some reason that pissed off Price even more. So Price picks up it speed and when Ghost turns to look at him the man's eyes widened in surprise before he takes off even faster. Be it anyone else in Ghost's place, they might have been screaming and begging for mercy.

"SIMON RILEY!"

Ghost manages to get back into the room, the door being closed behind him. Price growls, stopping at the door. He was breathing hard as he checked to see if he locked it, and to his surprise, it wasn't. Price swings the door open, rage in his eyes.

"SIMON-"

Price freezes when he finally sees the inside of the room.

First off, there were brightly colored streamers hanging from the ceiling, a giant banner that said 'Happy Father's Day!', a table full of snacks-- And Farah and Nik? Price blinks, surprised to see them. Farah grins and walks over, Price noticing that Ghost was hiding behind Nik and the sergeants were hiding behind Ghost.

Farah hugs Price, "Happy Father's Day, old man!"

"Wh-What?"

Soap and Gaz lean out from behind Ghost, "Surprise! Please don't kill us!"

Roach peaks out from the other side of Ghost, "I wanted to give you a heads up but they stopped me!"

Nik was snickering, "I told them to tell you but they thought they could sneak this past you."

Farah tugs the stunned Price into the room. Price looks at her as she has him sit at a chair.

"Father's Day- What-"

"This is for you, John."

"Me? I'm not- I don't have kids, Nik."

A chorus of insulted gasps come immediately after he says that. Soap let's out a loud, dramatic sob as he hugs Gaz (who had the most exaggerated hurt look on his face).

"After all we've been through! You don't view us as your kids!?"

Nik laughs, "Hush, he's just learning that he adopted all of you."

"I DID!?"

Farah laughs, hugging Price's shoulders, "Yes, you did."

Ghost finally dares to leave from behind Nik, "Not officially but I don't think that really matters."

"I mean, to the government it matters," Roach said as he also stepped out from behind Nik, "But not to us! So, fuck the government and Happy Father's Day!"

Price blinks, staring at them. The rage of Ghost dragging him off gone, the initial shock of all of this, and now a new emotion was taking over. Price swallows hard, tears welling up in his eyes. He sees a bit of panic stir up in the boys but his vision is clouded by tears. He feels Farah tighten her hug on him.

"Things for being a weird, but great dad."

The dam broke and Price started to sob. Nik was on him, hugging him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Farah and Nik pulled away and Price wasn't given a chance to miss their contact before Roach was on him. Then Soap. Then Gaz- and finally Ghost. The chair held up longer than what anyone expected but it did give away. A loud crack was heard before they all fell to the floor.

"Damn it, Si! Your fat ass broke the chair!"

"Excuse me!?"

Soap and Ghost leave the pile and start a half-hearted fight. Roach and Gaz refused to move and just clung to Price. Price let's out a laugh, holding the two close. He can see Nik smiling at him.

"How does your first official Father's Day feel, Золотце?"

Price swallows as Farah holds up a camera, "Wonderful."

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#could they have gone a better way about this? probably. but this was more fun #happy late father's day #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #farah karim #gary roach sanderson #cod nikolai #fam 141 #pricenik #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic #fanfic #dad price #dad john price