#gaz x ghost

[gogh-with-the-flow]

Another Kind of Pleasure (Gaz x Ghost)

I caved. Here's Ghost sounding Gaz.

Warnings: sounding (duh), BDSM themes, dom/sub dynamics, sadism/masichism, bondage

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"Will it hurt?" Kyle asked, a slight tremble in his voice. His chest rose and fell with heavy, steady breaths. His arms were spread out on either side of him tied to the bedposts as he reclined against the headboard, pillows behind his back to add support. Ghost glanced up at him through his mask where he knelt on the bed between Kyle's spread legs.

"That's the whole point, Kyle." He had forgone his skull mask and donned a plain black balaclava with a slit over the mouth. No need to scare the poor boy more than necessary with a death-mask, he was already nervous enough. He slowly pumped Kyle's length, hand and cock both heavily smothered in lube. It wasn't enough stimulation to get Kyle off, just enough to keep him nice and hard for his Lieutenant. "But it'll feel good, too." Ghost's eyes flicked back down to the cock in his hand.

Gaz's dick was as pretty as the rest of him. Dark tan, long, and pleasantly thick; uncut, but when he grew to full hardness, the foreskin pulled itself back to reveal a plump, dark red cockhead. Ghost rubbed his thumb over it, admiring the slit in the center of it, pushing the tip of his lubricated finger just slightly into it, making the man below him grunt. The corner of his lip twitched upward at the sound.

"You trust me, Kyle?" Ghost asked

"Yes, sir," Kyle answered with out even a second of hesitation. He trusted his lieutenant with his very life, of course he trusted him with his pleasure as well. Kyle's eyes dropped to Ghost's cock, then, each man studying the other.

If Gaz was big, then Ghost was huge. Ghost's cock was hard as a rock, but it couldn't stand straight up due to the sheer weight of the thing, instead drooping slightly between hs thighs. The girth alone was enough to make Gaz dizzy, and he was sure the length would reach his stomach once he was inside. The skin of the shaft was mildly darker than the rest of Ghost's pale skin, and the head was a lovely bright pink, almost magenta, partly hidden by the uncut skin. And, best of all, it was pierced. Nine lovely silver rungs of a Jacob's Laddar lined the underside, and at the crown was a Prince Albert hoop.

It was clear that Ghost was no stranger to pain-as-pleasure, but Gaz was still new to the concept of masochism, at least to this degree. He was a fan of nails scratching down his back and deep bite marks on his shoulder, he'd even been slapped a handful of times and was surprised at his own enjoyment.

But when he'd seen his Liutenant's pierced cock in the showers one day, his curiosity peaked. Ghost caught him staring, and the conversation started. Gaz had all sorts of questions, and Ghost had as many answers and more. When Ghost, under his breath, lest anyone else overhear, asked Kyle if he'd like his help with exploring this side of him, Kyle had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants.

The two of them arranged for a weekend together and Ghost met Kyle at his flat with a suitcase full of wonderful toys and instruments. The first day they had started easy, a bit of impact play with paddles and floggers that left Kyle's ass and thighs raw. Now on day two, each time Kyle's hips shifted from Ghost's touches, his tender skin chafed against the sheets below him, and Gaz found that the sensation only excited him more.

"You've done this before, right?" Kyle asked. His voice was low and gravelly, thick with restraint as his breath hitched from Ghost prodding at his cock slit again.

"Yes, several times. On myself and someone else." Ghost looked up at Gaz again and, upon seeing the trepidation on his face, leaned over him and kissed him through the horizontal slit in the mask. "If you don't like it, then we'll stop and try something else. Just say the word. Alright?" Gaz took a deep, quivering breath to steady himself.

"Alright," he answered. And with that, Ghost pulled back and picked up the silver instrument beside him, rubbing his lubricated hand over it, coating it thoroughly in the slippery substance.

The sounding rod was long and narrow, as long as Gaz's cock and then a little more. It was ridged, resembling a string of beads, but it was all one piece, straight and rigid. It was only a few millimeters in diameter and very smooth. Ghost held it up to Gaz's face for him to observe. At the very end was the shape of a skull.

"How fitting," Gaz joked with a shiver, trying to lighten his own mood. Ghost huffed lightly through his nose.

"Are you ready?" Ghost asked, rubbing circles around Gaz's tight cock hole.

Gaz's eyes were fixated on his own dick, and with one last deep, calming breath, he swallowed and said, "Yes, Sir." Ghost moved slowly, positioning the blunt tip of the rod at Gaz's opening, and then pushed. Gaz let out a loud, shuddering moan at the new sensation. It truly was like nothing he'd ever felt. It stung, it burned, it stretched him out, but it was so delicious he knew right away he'd become addicted to this feeling. The soft, squishy flesh of his head popped back up from the tension of the sounding rod as his dick swallowed up the first bead.

Neither Gaz nor Ghost could tear their eyes away from the way each little bead popped into Gaz's cock. About halfway inside him, it became too much for Gaz and he threw his head back, chest heaving with short, sharp breaths.

"Hey," Ghost interrupted gently but firmly, stopping his penetration of Gaz's cock. "Don't hold your breath. Come on, look at me, Kyle." The younger man opened his eyes wide and stared down at him.

"Hurts," was all he could say.

"I know. Just breath through it. Come on." Ghost took a deep breath and Kyle followed. "There you go. Again." They repeated twice more, and on the last exhale, Ghost resumed pushing the rod inside, making Gaz moan loudly, the sound barreling out of his chest. "Almost there, just a couple inches to go."

"It's- it's too- it's too much-"

"You can take it, Kyle. This is the hardest part. You can take it just breathe." And finally, the last couple beads disappeared inside Gaz as he let out a shout. He stared down at his throbbing, twitching dick, the little metal skull bobbing in the center of it.

For a moment they both stared at the rod perfectly inside. Fuck, Kyle could feel it going all the way down to his balls. It was a stretch like no other. The burn made his thighs shake, and he came to the realization that he loved it. He met Ghost's eyes and his lips twitched.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"You like that, Kyle?"

"Fuck... yes sir..." Kyle's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, Ghost tapped the end of the rod, and the sound Kyle made sounded more like he'd been punched in the gut. The muscles of his arms bulged as he pulled on the restraints. "Lieutenant!" He cried. Ghost only smiled and did it again, then held it in place with one hand as the other started stoking up and down. His thumb pressed against the underside of Kyle's cock, feeling through the skin each bump and divot of the rod inside.

"You feel that, Kyle?" He asked, but Kyle could only moan in response, already out of his mind at the feelings his Lieutenant gave him. Ghost moved his hand tightly, painfully up and down the length, and Kyle writhed and yanked on the ropes around his wrists. But not once did he ever ask to stop.

Ghost started to move the rod in and out of Kyle's cock hole, and was pleased at the tears that began to roll down Kyle's pretty cheeks. His plush lips were parted, his jaw dropped in a mix of pain and mindless pleasure, his misty eyes focused on how Ghost's hands worked the rod in and out, fucking his urethra with it. He did this for some time, until Kyle was just about to cum, and then he pushed the rod all the way in again, and removed his hands completely.

"Please, please, lieutenant, please let me cum, please," Kyle bumbled out, begging, pleading for release.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle, you'll take what I give you," Ghost said, not quite snapping, but not quite gentle either.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Kyle quickly responded to his Commanding Officer.

Ghost left Kyle's cock untouched for a moment, letting him stew in the pain and discomfort, and he finally touched his own cock. He had neglected himself the whole night, letting himself hang hard and throbbing in anticipation. Now, though, he stroked himself with his lubed-up hand, adding a few more drops for extra measure. Kyle moaned at the sight and sound of his Lieutenant touching himself.

When he found himself thoroughly lubricated, he reached down to spread Gaz's ass cheeks, grabbing a handful of the plush fat, and then pushing his slippery fingers inside. Gaz moaned loudly at the intrusion, at being penetrated at both ends. Ghost fingered him open quickly, but still left his hole fairly tight. He wanted it to burn when he finally shoved his girth inside the man below him.

Ghost shuffled forward on his knees and brought Kyle's ass onto his lap. He lined the tip of his cock up with Kyle's other hole and made sure to lock eyes with him.

"You ready for this?" He asked him.

"Yes, fuck, yes sir- ruin me, sir!" And then Ghost pushed in. Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head with every pop-pop-pop of Ghosts piercings catching on the rim of his ass. Ghost set a hard rhythm, and the angle had his pierced tip hitting Gaz's prostate each time. The poor man's whole body was shaking in pleasure.

Ghost grabbed hold of Kyle's dick when he noticed the rod rising out of it, and shoved it back in to a scream from Kyle's lips. The man below him babbled nonsense, please for release, for more, to slow down, none of it making any sense. Kyle was completely out of his mind on pleasure.

And then he felt the wave about to crash. He looked up at the Ghost who hammered into him with wild, terrified eyes, and then looked down at his own dick. And when it hit, he could only watch as his cock swelled with the cum trapped inside. His ears rang, he couldn't even hear his own strangled yell. Finally, Ghost pulled the rod out and let Gaz's cum escape. The sticky white fluid erupted from his stretched hole, coating both their abdomens.

Ghost shuddered as his own orgasm approached, watching as Gaz convulsed and then went limp. With a few more rough thrusts, he emptied himself into Gaz's asshole. Both holes were thoroughly abused at the end. Ghost caught his breath as he softened inside Kyle.

"Sergeant, how copy?" He asked from above. Slowly, Kyle opened his pretty brown eyes, and when he answered, his voice sounded thin and exhausted.

"Solid, sir."

"Are you sure about that?" Ghost asked, picking up Kyle's soft dick, making him flinch.

"Very funny, sir," he mumbled.

Finally, Ghost pulled out and got to work untying Gaz from the bed. He had warm, damp towels ready and waiting to wipe them both off while they waited for the tub to fill.

"Need me to carry you, or do you think you can make it?"

"Huh?" Kyle wondered, laying boneless and brainless on the bed. Ghost decided to carry him. He let Gaz lay in the hot bath as he changed the sheets and got him water to drink. He finally removed the mask as he settled into the water behind him.

After they were washed and dried, they lay in the clean bed, Kyle's head resting on Simon's shoulder.

"So..." Kyle said, sleep heavy in his voice, "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

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This was very much inspired but @/HotSatans sounding art on Twitter, but I changed the ship from Ghoap to Ghaz to make my own story. I definitely totally did not have a sounding kink already...

@greatstormcat enjoy pookie

#kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #ghaz #gaz x ghost #gaz smut #ghost smut #kyle gaz garrick smut #simon ghost riley smut

[captain-mj]

GhostGaz but like, okay listen

when fics/art do the thing where one is naked and the other is in a suit and tie, I go rabid. Especially when the one dressed up keeps their clothes on when they fuck

Not raunchy, but still :3

Went to twitter and searched this ship up like I do with all ships I'm writing for the first time right? And... wow almost everything was poly141 stuff and not like... actual GhostGaz?? I'd be happy to feed the starving masses

Ghost hated dressed up. It was dumb and he only did it when Price forced him to. Despite all of his protesting for this particular event, he still had to wear it.

Obviously the mask was still on, but he had a suit and tie on. Signature black with a red shirt instead of white. He ran his naked fingers along the fabric to straighten it.

Someone knocked on his door to alert him that he needed to get moving and he gritted his teeth, trying not to curse. He was frustrated, but not quite angry enough to take it out on the random person Price sent to pass along the message. "I'll be right out."

There was no real response but Ghost could see a shadow at his door, so whoever it was, they were lingering. He opened the door to see Sergeant Garrick looking up at him.

Gaz was at just the right height that he had to tilt his head to look at. He looked startled that Ghost had opened the door so suddenly and blinked a bit like an owl at him.

"Sergeant."

"You look good in that suit, sir." Gaz said it plainly and simply. Like it was no big deal.

Ghost felt a bit of heat in his face, but he ignored it. "Thank you, Garrick. Now move."

That should've been it. He expected that to be all there was to it at the very least.

But throughout the entire... party? It was basically a meet up for a few higher ups who usually brought their spouses (and on one horrible occasion, a mistress which Ghost immediately reported to his wife) to talk. A glorified military ball in his opinion.

Anyway, Gaz stared. A lot. He wasn't shy about it. His eyes wandering up and down his body in a way that was horribly objectifying.

Normally, Ghost wring anyone's neck who did that and maybe throw in some threats to put him in the infirmary if he didn't stop staring. But this was Kyle. And Ghost always found it hard to stay mad at him. Never could quite put his finger on it, but most people had that problem.

Ghost eventually just stared back, even letting his eyes wander.

Kyle Gaz Garrick was a pretty man. No doubt about that. He had a beautiful smile, long eyelashes, and could be cold, even vicious if the situation called for it. Also, the long legs he had? The hips? Now that Ghost was really looking, he could pretty easily imagine picking him up and setting him on the counter. Finding out if his skin bruised easy like a peach or if he'd have to work at it.

Ghost regained eye contact and Gaz grinned. Those fangs of his exposed.

"Captain. Have I been here long enough?"

Price smiled at him. "Yeah, you can go ahead and head out."

Gaz flashed a more persuasive smile. "Me too, sir?"

"Sure, Kyle." Price smiled at him and then patted Simon on his shoulder.

Ghost kept a steady pace and sure enough, Gaz was right next to him. "I think you look good in that suit too, Kyle."

"Thank you, Ghost."

"Do you look better out of it?"

Gaz stumbled and used Ghost's arm to steady himself. Ghost wasn't sure how real that was, but it was convincing enough. "Want to find out, sir?"

"You can call me Simon." Ghost yanked him along. "My bedroom."

He didn't miss the victorious little grin Gaz got at that. "Will you keep the suit on?"

"I was planning on it, trust me."

They stumbled into the room and Gaz grabbed the edge of his mask. He paused and looked at him. "Just want to kiss you. Don't have to go further."

"Take it off, Kyle."

Gaz didn't hesitate. Before the mask even hit the floor, Gaz was kissing him breathless. He nibbled on his lips and pressed against his chest.

Ghost did what he thought of in the ballroom. He picked him up, marveling a little at how easy it was to do. He set him on the dresser and started to get rid of his suit.

Gaz was a work of art. Even with his shirt only unbuttoned. Toned, warm skin. Unlike Ghost, he hadn't had a chance to get a bunch of scars yet, but there were a few. A bullet graze here. Small cut there. His mouth quickly found them, licking over them and marking over them. He fought to get the shirt off his shoulders so he could get to more.

“Fucking hell, Simon. I won’t run away.”

“Better not. I’d just chase you down.”

Gaz groaned. “Hot. I think i could get away from you.”

Ghost huffed at him. “Like to see you try.” He bit into the soft flesh of his shoulder, enjoying the softness. Gaz’s pressed his thigh against Ghost’s reaction and he rutted against him immediately.

Ghost pulled off Gaz's pants and grabbed his thighs. Thick and soft, perfect for him to sink his fingers into. He picked Gaz back up and carried him to bed this time.

Gaz laid down on his bed, looking absolutely beautiful in his sheets. His hard cock sat on his stomach and leaked precum all over abs. Ghost grabbed some lube and coated two of his fingers. "You still okay with this?"

Gaz grinned, all sharp and pretty. "Yes, Simon. I am. I'll tell you if you need to stop, okay?" He reassured him, currently running his ankle over Ghost's still clothed side. "Fuck you look good in a suit."

Ghost blushed and Gaz immediately noticed, looking suddenly more smug than before. "You're hot usually. Very commanding. But something about the suit being added..." He bit his lip and Ghost plunged his fingers in to him to shut him up before he said something stupid.

Ghost was never much of a talker and this was no different. Instead, he listened to all the little noises he let out, relished each gasp and moan and whine. His mouth found his nipple and he licked over, enjoying how it made him squirm. His fingers moved almost robotically. Plunging in and out. In and out. Staying the exact same pace as they worked incredibly tight walls open.

His cock was straining against his suit pants now as he pushed in deeper. He eventually pushed a third finger in, reveling in the sweet stretch and the even sweeter whimper it got.

Gaz panted softly. "Alright, you've done your job now get to the main event."

"Don't want to accidentally hurt you."

"i'm a big boy, I'll be fine." Gaz reached down and unzipped his pants, eagerly pulling out his cock. "I see you're a big boy too."

Ghost scoffed at him and pushed him back down. He pulled him to the edge of the bed and lined himself up with one hand and kept a tight hold of Gaz's ankle with the other. Despite Gaz's teasing, he took it slow. He was so tight. Soft and inviting, but he had to work for it.

Gaz bit his lip hard and tried to wrap his legs around his waist. "Simon." He raised his hips to make it a little easier.

Ghost bottomed out and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to pull out. Gaz clenched around him erratically as he tried to get used to how much he was being stretched and it was doing something to his brain chemistry. Scrambling something fundamental until the only thing he could think of was how good this felt.

How was he going to survive meetings with him? Hearing him speak? The entire time knowing he was the best fuck he had ever had and they had barely gotten started.

After a moment, Ghost rolled his hips nice and easy. Gaz's eyes rolled back and he realized he was pressed right against his prostate. He took advantage, pulling out just a little and thrusting back in hard, getting a proper moan out of Gaz.

"I'm going to ruin you, Garrick." Ghost promised before starting to pound into him. He probably should've waited a little longer, made sure that Gaz was adjusted, but Gaz clawed at his shoulders and begged for him to keep going so it couldn't be that bad of a decision. His blunt nails couldn't get through the fabric but it felt good to feel how desperate he made him.

They kissed again and he bent Gaz almost in half, pushing him until he thought it would hurt but Gaz didn't seem bothered at all. He clenched with every thrust, begging Ghost to be as rough as he wanted.

Ghost bit his throat hard. He tasted blood for a moment.

Gaz's begging changed. "I'm going to come, fuck, so close." He clawed at his back, only succeeding in yanking his shirt up.

Ghost lifted up and kissed him again. Gaz bit Ghost's lip when he came and his legs went from simply wrapped around him to being a death grip, pushing him deeper inside. Ghost finished only moments after he did, panting softly.

Gaz kissed his cheek. "Is the suit yours?"

"Yeah."

"Ask me over any time you feel like trying it on."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #ghostgaz #gazghost #ghost x gaz #gaz x ghost

[callofdudes]

Everyone is like, "Ghost this- König that-" You know what my hot take is???

Gaz admitted one day that if Ghost wasn't his superior officer and he got the chance he'd definitely smash. And Ghost took that as an absolute compliment. And it definitely gave Ghost a little ego boost.

Now it's just a tidbit of knowledge they hold between each other even if nothing could come of it...

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #call of duty headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #but in the brotherly way where its like “if she wont smash #ghostgaz #gazghost #is it?? #very much brotherly #but in that brotherly way like “if she wont smash i will” kind of thing #Its canon guys i dont know what to tell you #gaz x ghost #ghost x gaz

[cod-dump]

*Gaz and Soap are fighting over a chair*

Soap: You get the other one!

Gaz: What- No! That chair has been around since the age of the dinosaurs! Its wobbly, uncomfortable-

Soap: Yea no shit! That’s why I don’t want it!

Gaz: And I do?!

*Ghost walks into the room, focused on a tablet. He sits in the good chair without thinking and Gaz and Soap stare at him*

Ghost: … What?

Gaz: You-

Soap: You got the good chair!

Ghost: Yea? So?

*Gaz and Soap stare at him before turning to each other*

Gaz: Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to sit on Ghost’s lap

Soap: You’re on!

Ghost: Hold the fuck up-

#they would rather die then sit in THE CHAIR #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mwii #incorrect quotes #modern warfare ii #ghostsoap #ghost x gaz #gaz x ghost #soapghost #original quote

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 - Sphinx!Gaz Headcanons

Tags: monster au, sphinx shifter! gaz, poly 141, cuddling, snuggling, generally just sweet vibes, a/b/o dynamics sort of??

-Despite popular belief, he is not a riddle teller, so much as a riddle solver. Gaz is a sharp man, intuitive and observant.  Even if he hadn't come from a long line of notoriously clever shifters, little would stump him to begin with. Man loves a good puzzle, which mostly extends to puzzle games or toys. In addition to a serious love of mystery movies (Benoit Blanc better watch his ass). He does keep a handful of different apps on his phone, just to keep from getting bored, and often finds himself in wikipedia rabbit holes researching anything and everything. All this being said, he will break out a cheesy riddle on occasion, just to be a big smartass.

-Gaz is very physically affectionate with his pack. Fondly pressing his head to Ghost’s shoulder or chest after a particularly lame joke. Chuckling into his shirt. Grabbing Soap by his jaw during an embrace, pressing their cheeks or temples together. Nipping his ear playfully. Gently ramming his forehead to Price’s at the evac point, a silent check in after a grueling mission. 

- A notorious biter, nothing rough unless you ask of course, but the pack are certainly his chew toys.  Leaning over to chomp playfully at Soap’s shoulder when he isn’t paying attention to him. Nipping at the plush pectorals of Ghost’s chest when he is ready to quit napping with him. Chasing and nibbling at Price’s fingers as he tries to patch up his face.  

- Also say goodbye to your personal space, as he regularly, unceremoniously lounges on other members of his pack like they're furniture, sprawling himself over his mates. He tucks himself neatly against the soft fat of Ghost’s stomach and chest, his toes buried underneath Soap’s thigh. 

-Is also very content to let other pack members drape themselves over him. Rumbling happily at a conked out Soap draped over him like a weighted blanket. If one or more are napping around him, be prepared for a cuddle puddle. Gaz craves the physical contact.

- Sphinx commonly communicate with subtle sounds or facial expressions. This being said he is expressive, his feelings written in the lines of his face. (Leading to some mad RBF at times). He also has a tendency to reply in soft hums or huffs. A fair amount of communication with his family was non-verbal. He has been warned more than once to use his words when displeased. 

-Let’s not forget purring, and boy does he purr. Price was positively chuffed when he first heard it, a low rumble that he could barely make out above the mechanical roar of the helo. The op had been exhausting, and Gaz and slumped against his shoulder within the first 5 minutes of their trek home. Safe. Gaz felt safe. Safe enough to rest openly against his captain. It made his heart swell. Price settled in, adjusting the younger sergeant more comfortably before crossing his arms and relaxing himself. Letting the soft rumble lull him.  

-Gaz also possesses a deafening roar. His harmonics can paralyze and injure most in proximity, even deafen. And if you're small enough, completely knock you over with the force of it.

-there is an inherent magic to felids, and this extends to Gaz, who has the ability to see (or at minimum sense) most spirits and spells.  We've all seen cats stare into empty corners…well, they're not staring at nothing.

-yes the purring is indicative of a safe and happy sphinx, but there is a subtle magic to this as well. The resonant purr having a calming effect on those around him, he has lulled more than one pack member into resting with it. Sit with him long enough and you will be handed one ticket to sleepy town junction, whether you like it or not.  No one is immune. 

-Gaz has the sharpest eyes out of all the pack, making him an invaluable sniper. He also shares enhanced hearing, smell, strength and an improved healing factor. 

-There are differing species of sphinx, with their own unique shapes and dispositions. Gaz, even in a full humanoid form still possesses visible characteristics of his species (androsphinx), slitted pupils, long tufted tail, and most notably large wings.  

-Gaz’s wings are bulky, and not designed for extended periods of true flight. While possible, it takes a great deal of energy. It’s something he has to prepare for. They serve him better as enhancements to movement, such as gliding, covering large distances or scaling great heights.

Gaz’s wings can also produce a tremendous gust of wind, and act as a shield for certain types of damage.  

-Gaz, similarly to Price can control his shift, able to alter his body in varying degrees of change. Though some things cannot be completely deteriorated, such as his eyes, wings and tail. Most sphinxes are gifted a unique article as children, usually a piece of jewelry with a glamour charm. In Gaz’s case, this a small  paracord bracelet, its subtle and durable, ideal for his line of work. Other charms can be made, though the charm is tedious to apply. His hat, as well as charming gold earring, all have the same charm applied. 

-Unlike Price and Simon, Gaz’s nature leans less towards possessiveness (though it’s still present), but rather a fierce protectiveness for his pack. He is the peace keeper, a pillar of emotional stability and comfort for his mates. Who he serves not only physically, but emotionally as well. Any slight towards his mates is unacceptable, and while they may forget or forgive, Gaz will not. He will protect them viciously. If not with the gun in his hands then with teeth and claws. 

-Sphinx are territorial. While most are able to tell the difference between deliberate intrusion and accidental trespass. Gaz still gets antsy about the 141's barracks. That he has self declared as exclusively his territory. Like a guard dog who wasn't given permission to bite (yet), he follows any perceived intruder around at a distance, watching around corners in case they try to touch anything. 

-Perhaps even more serious to him than the barracks? His room. A den he calls it, but it's really a nest. His nest is well guarded and maintained, his sanctuary of safety and comfort in a profession full of bloodshed and adrenaline. As social as sphinx are it can be a difficult thing to be away from his pack, and so he keeps articles of clothing from his lovers, weaves them into his nest so the scents weave and surround him like a warm blanket.

-Gaz, thinking himself a rather clever shit, had taken to stealing the items at first. Well not stealing per se, borrowing really. He gives them all back…at some point. In the beginning, while the pack had gotten close, his nest was sorely void of real comfort. It was childish by sphinx standards, to still need a nest after one had left home in their solitary journey. Too embarrassed to outright ask, he took to snagging clothes from the laundry room, washed, but his pack mates scent lingered just enough to tie him over. Only to be replaced with something else when the scent faded completely. 

-Ghost, of course, was the first to notice. Being forgetful was something Ghost was not. And he knew when his favorite hoodie was missing god damn it, only to mystically appear when he pulled his clothes from the dryer, just for another favorite, an old soft band t-shirt, to come up missing next. Ghost clocked him soon afterward, catching the little thief by the familiar scents that clung to Gaz when he shuffled into the kitchen that morning. 

-After a stern conversation with his Lieutenant, Gaz explained himself with burning cheeks. Ghost hadn't said a word, only yanked his current sweatshirt off his shoulders, shoving it into Gaz's hands. “Go on then, and bring me my other one back" he grunted.

-From then on, like clockwork, Gaz retrieves his treasures. Swapping out clothes for new pieces, warm and scent heavy.  Price is sure to drop off extra when he anticipates being on longer missions. Soft cotton sweatshirts soaked in his honey-tobacco scent.  Why no he did not shift and then wallow on these clothes like a chinchilla to make sure his scent sticks…ignore all the dog hair. 

-It would only get better once his pack began to tumble in bed with him, their scents mingling, soaking into his plush blankets. Now, Gaz sleeps soundly, purring serenely against the skin of one or more of his mates.

#poly 141 #kyle garrick x john price #kyle garrick x simon riley #kyle garrick x soap mactavish #gaz x price #gaz x soap #gaz x ghost #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #soapgaz #ghostgaz #gazprice #call of duty

[soaqrudyz]

whenever soap does something stupid (ie; almost take a bite of a banana with the peel still on) gaz and ghost will turn to each other and solemnly shake their heads.

#this happens multiple times a day #gazghost sighing: THIS is who we picked? fr?? #call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gazghost #soapgaz #soapghost #gazghoap #soap x ghost #soap x gaz #gaz x ghost

[wishfuldivine]

Imagine a Streamer!Ghost doing a secret boyfriend reveal, and it's Gaz?

"Babe! Come here!" Ghost's voice boomed within the gaming room, slightly echoing inside. He was leaning back on his gaming chair with a smirk behind his mask. His eyes twinkled with amusement, yet a certain excitement.

His boyfriend didn't know about this said boyfriend reveal. He would always avoid any camera or the sort. The reason being: he was somewhat shy.

They once had a decent conversation about him coming out of shyness and how much Ghost's community would love to meet him. He had agreed to do it but at a certain time. That was a couple of months ago.

It was silent for a couple of moments. Then, the sound of footsteps and the door opening. Gaz poked his head in before entering.

"You called?" He asked while closing the door behind him.

Ghost turned around in his gaming chair and patted his thigh. Clear indication for Gaz to sit on his lap. He did so happily.

"Is everything alright? What -" Gaz stopped when Ghost wrapped his arm around him and turned.

"Ghosties, this is my lovely boyfriend, Gaz." Ghost said with such affection and love. His warm eyes looking at Gaz.

Gaz was completely caught off guard but smiled widely nonetheless. It seemed like it was finally time to meet his boyfriend's community, after all.

#kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #ghostgaz #gazghost #gaz x ghost #ghost x gaz #call of duty #cod #so cute #ali writes

[xxshadowdrawsxx]

inspired by @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries’s it’s a match! series

#call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz x ghost #ghost x gaz #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #original art

[vamqyr3]

Hiya I hope you are well and I hope you enjoyed your new year. Feel free to ignore this if you aren’t taking requests but could you write something where freak gaz and freak ghost use a fem reader like a toy, free for use type of thing. The way you depict those two makes my brain rot 🖤

Thank you :)

↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY, KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // BABYDOLL. ♪

CW// FREE USE, NO PLOT, CHOKING, RESTRAINED, SPIT, DRY HUMPING, ECT.

NOTES// dw. Daddies home. Yeah that’s right I’m back with a little something, by little I mean this is a very fast read. (my requests are always open btw, also probs one of the nicest things anon has ever said to me xx)

Pinky angry rings lined your throat, bubbling up around the remnants of his hand prints. Your chin jutted up at odd angles, lips bloated in agony. You sat in Gaz’s lap, thighs propped up under his knee. Not even your hands knew movement, he kept you in a bear hug of a hold, thick meaty biceps to keep your breaths short. With every twitch he would clamp down at your neck, squeeze you over and warn you still like prey. You lay blooming, wholly exposed to the Englishman opposite of you. Ghost wedged a divide in your fatty legs, left you cold and wet down the seams of Gaz’s blue jeans. His hot breath was loud in your ear, a chunky hand to push you even wider.

Ghost backed into you, humping into your crotch and sending you connecting with the seat of Gaz. They were lost in pleasure, pressing hard into your pillowed skin and constricting you still. Sweet glaze mixed with his bottom half, and with every nudge he’s sending you back deliciously into the dent in Gaz’s lap.

He empties his lungs, air ringing around a smile, sliding a finger between your fatty lips. There’s heat between the friction of their bodies, hints of honey hot syrup and decadent nudges. Simon raises his fingers, catching your mouth and haphazardly scraping your tongue. You cough up slobber, slicking down the rim of your mouth and stretching your sore throat. Your gums shivered between his thumb and index, his palm now choking your cheek and squeezing your lips wide. He spat.

“Swallow,”

You did, twitching as he smiled at it. Ribboned wetness stuck tactually to your hot gums as your cracked open another wide jaw. Laying flat an agitated tongue to prove validity, you had swallowed. Whatever slick had painted the bottoms of your lips he licked at, cooling steamy skin and cleaning house. His breath is heavy, fingers back to your bulging cunt to lamely swipe. It shocks your body, hips sending a jiggle to your shoulders. Ghost smacks at your tangy nub, angry commanding you still. Gaz is leaving healthy stains in your skin, licking down the sides of your jaw and pushing up into you. You watch as Ghost spoons cold slick over his cock, lazily slipping dribbles down to the sides of his feet.

He slaps at you again, a clicking noise following the connect of his cock head to your crotch. You know better than to react, lay flat and mimic that of an object. He’s mesmerized by the sparkle of it, lucid between meaty smacks and juicy skin.

Ghost adjusts to a sloppy rhythm, sloshing about your innards and scraping up the good bits. You could only assume what heaven Gaz was in, now steadily adjusting to nip at your chest. It rolls in his red palm, the thick of his bicep supporting what puffs over and spills out. He still won’t let you move, toys shouldn’t move. You writhe between his heavy touches. Gaz is greedy, a horny lost man feeling at your tiny body and twisting you for fun. The disgusting noises stop, Gaz shifts in odd discomfort. Ghost seems to be confused by it, angrily snapping your joints up to bend at your knees. His torso squeezes over yours, choking you down and refusing resilience.

there’s a tipping point slowly bubbling over, Ghost is lost babbling and bullying your curved gummy walls. It’s red hot, way too much, Gaz is humping into you, going dumb and pushing you deep back into Ghost. His gritty fingertips squeeze the ends of your sore nipple, churning it in his hand, moving with the sway of Ghosts hipbone.

They switch, Ghost finds leverage in the things behind your head, Gaz rings your plush thighs and play with his catch. He thinks in fractures, lost in throws of white hot and loaded fuzzed up noise. He can now pull your knees farther back ignore your agitated cracks, jut into you higher. His touch no longer holds the same weight as before. He chases his own high, uses whatever curve of you he needs, renders you useless aside from sex and heat. You wonder, would they swap? Would Gaz fuck the rest of Ghost back into you? Stare at him bubble out of you? Let it glaze his knuckles and smear it over you? Grossly miss your lips pushing it back into your quivering mouth?

He’s too much, too much to big, to fast, to hot. It’s hurts so good, he’s hard and thick. You can hear your pulse shoot from eat to ear, he’s fucks like he’s out for blood. You worry he’s fucked you to an orgasm, you worry he wouldn’t stop. It catches in your teeth, biting down and holding your breath still to cut whines. He finds it funny, glistening teeth crook a mean smile and he’s stuffing his face to your cracked lip, biting down soon after. They won’t stop, not till they’re both good and spent.

The only thing you see is white, it’s sensitive, vibrating from your ankles to your eyelids. The way he fucks, you know there’s salty brine darkening wet spots in Gaz. He’s chasing some glorious purpose, purring into your scalp to the opposite of Ghost. You’ll be good and done when it’s all over, sore and achy for more no less.

“Squeeze,”

He punctuates it with an angry hit to your skin, it ripples between his nails and he twists it between them. And you do, sucking him back Into you with a healthy, greedy, grip. Gaz could cum in his pants just from this, needy and slobbering, he just might. They tag team you. They send your body in opposing odd angles and mash into you with an unwavering brow. Gaz was the first to go, surely ruining his good work jeans and crushing it all into you. He’s oh so numb, he’s shaky and sweaty to the touch. Baked plum under the sex and heat of Ghosts ever apparent rut. Ghost must have followed soon after, spent a load down your stomach and left creamy tangy strings down your thighs. He goes hiccuping grunts as he does it. Sees streaky light in his eye sockets and pulls you ever closer, chasing impossible heights inside of you. Gaz plays with your sides, clicking your legs together and watching it fall in strands down over your full abdomen.

And you were right, you were good and spent.

#pervert!gaz #pervert!writing #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x ghost

[captain-mj]

You know what I’m here for. Gimme that sweet sweet Ghost/Soap/Gaz for the lil guy au. Preferably smut but I’ll take anything. Thank you <33333

Love the lil guy au! For context to anyone who wasn't there, Ghost is a selkie and Gaz is a nixie

Also, it's smut :)

Ghost and Gaz told Soap it would be fun. They hadn't let him in on why exactly they were leading him into the woods, but they doubted he'd mind.

The water was slightly murky. "It's brackish." Ghost explained. "Mix of salt and freshwater. Not the nicest looking, but water is a water." It also meant he and Gaz could both get in with no problem. But Soap wasn't privy to that quite yet.

Soap followed them, looking happy to be included. He nodded and blushed brightly when Gaz started to strip, completely unbothered by being naked in front of them. Ghost liked Johnny's reaction, the way he blushed and looked away, the shyness that was so unlike his usual self.

Ghost started to strip too, even taking off the mask. Gaz had seen his face more times than he could possibly count, but Soap had only seen it for Ghost team. He felt him staring but chose to ignore it.

"Don't want to waterboard myself, do I? Are you going to swim in your gear?"

At Ghost's words, Soap finally started to pull of some of his clothing. He, like Ghost, stayed in his underwear and undershirt but Gaz undressed completely and slipped right into the water.

Soap flushed more. "So why did you guys invite me?"

"Felt like it." Gaz smiled at him. If Soap noticed his teeth looking a little sharper, he didn't react.

Ghost got in the water, feeling more at ease. He could see Gaz darting under the gentle waves, spinning and going to the very bottom of the pool.

It was deceptively deep which was the whole point. Gaz could sit at the bottom and still have a few feet above his head before he hit the surface.

Last he checked, he could hold his breath for 30 minutes. Gaz didn't need to breath air at all.

Soap had 2 minutes if he took a deep breath first.

Johnny was a lot slower than them, feeling out where the bottom was since he couldn't see it. He reached the drop off point and went to move back when Gaz snatched him by his feet and dragged him under.

Ghost watched, counting the seconds until it was about two minutes. He could see Soap struggling against Gaz who was trying to show him something. Ghost sincerely doubted Soap could even see under the water.

After the allotted time, he reached down and yanked Soap up and against his chest, laughing as he clung to him. He patted his back to make sure he didn't swallow any of the water.

"What the fuck." Soap's arms went around his neck. "Wha-"

"Sorry. I always forget you guys can't breath." Gaz set his chin on Soap's shoulders. "You should work on it. Two minutes is so little time."

Ghost hummed. "That's average for humans."

"What a shame." Gaz hummed. "I can't show you most of my stuff."

"Most of your stuff?" Soap choked out, digging his nails into Ghost when he started to sink down. "No!"

Ghost laughed. "Not gonna drop you, don't worry. We'll keep your head above water."

Gaz's hands, now webbed and much bigger, slid across Soap's back. "Humans are just so pretty."

"That they are."

Soap seemed to realize in that moment that two very inhuman creatures had him stuck between them in an element he couldn't really fight them in. Ghost felt Soap's legs twitch, kicking at the water underneath him a little more even though he was being held up perfectly fine.

"Guys..."

Ghost kissed him to keep him quiet and Gaz started to bite along his shoulders, leaving large marks that wouldn't leave. Simon thought he was gorgeous. Gaz had taken on a greenish hue and his antennae perked up when he noticed Ghost staring.

"Once we're finished with Soap, I want a turn." Ghost grabbed a hold of Soap's hips, claws digging deep into him.

Gaz blushed and smiled at him before they turned their attention back to Soap who was squirming hard. Ghost tugged Soap's underwear down, the only clothing he had left and Gaz pulled him so he was leaning against his chest.

In this position, the size difference was more noticeable. Gaz was closer to Ghost's normal height and Ghost also a couple of inches taller. Soap really was helpless between them, but they could both see how hard he was getting.

Gaz's hand clamped around Soap's throat, making sure his head did stay above the water as Ghost sank down, kissing and biting at his chest and down his stomach before setting Soap's legs on his shoulder. He ran his tongue along his cock, taking full advantage of the fact that it was longer than normal. Next, he forced his tongue into him, ignoring that Soap was thrashing above. Gaz would stop him if Soap was genuinely distressed.

Soap whimpered to Gaz, not prepared at all when Ghost pressed his tongue into him. The sensation was odd, much harsher than a human's and it made his knees feel weak. "Can't we -ah- do this on land?"

"No. Wanted you helpless. Obviously." Gaz gently ran his hands through Soap's hair. "You like it."

Soap very much did. Couldn't really deny it. "Fuck, you guys are gonna kill me."

Gaz squeezed the hand he had around his throat gently. "No. Of course not. Make wring you dry, but you'll like it."

Soap felt Ghost press a finger into him and started to struggle again, the sensation too much too fast.

He dragged his nails down Gaz's arm but he was moaning. The pleasure making his brain fuzzy.

"Gonna take such good care of you. Promise." Gaz kissed along his jaw before getting to his mouth. His tongue slipped in to Soap's liking the sweet taste of person.

Soap slowly relaxed, moaning helplessly. "You guys want me this bad?"

"Been wanting you a while." Gaz admitted gently and Soap wailed as another finger was forced in. They were so much bigger than a person's and he suddenly felt very small. He whimpered as his body learned to take it, stretching around the intrusion until it fit.

"There you go, Soap. That wasn't too hard was it?" Gaz sounded gentle but Soap could hear the undercurrent of mocking under the tone.

Ghost pulled his tongue out and Soap almost cried, feeling a third finger take its place. "So much. Too much. Don't know if... fuck."

"You can take it. You'll have to get used to it. Planning on passing you between us any chance we get. Sound nice? Ghost fucking you hard while you fuck me? Or I can ride you while you take care of Ghost for me?" Gaz's hand grabbed Soap's cock who struggled not to come right then and there.

"Fuck please."

"If you need to come, you can go ahead and do it."

Soap shook his head and continued trying not to. He wanted it. Wanted all of it so bad and he didn't want it to end so early. The fingers were pressing deeper now, searching, stretching him out and he didn't. couldn't.

Ghost completely ignored that Soap came, continuing on until he deemed Soap stretched enough before pulling out and leaving him empty. He popped his head back above the waves.

Soap looked like a mess. All blushed with his bottom lip between his teeth. Ghost wanted him so bad. He lifted Soap's legs up to his hips.

Gaz moved his hand to Soap's mouth as he pressed in, hearing the muffled screams it was probably a good idea. Soap's eyes rolled back as Ghost pressed all the way in in one smooth motion. Tight heat enveloped his cock and Ghost couldn't help but press in a little deeper. Gaz's free hand went to his stomach, feeling Ghost fuck Soap.

Soap clenched around him and whimpered. Gaz slowly removed his hand.

"Fuck you're so goddamn fucking big and..." Soap covered his face, shuddering. "Ah..."

Ghost bit down a smirk and focused on Soap, gently rubbing his hips as he rocked into him. After a moment he pulled out and turned Soap around so he was facing Gaz before sinking him back down. He hooked Soap's arms so he couldn't grab either of them.

Gaz stroked his cock gently as Ghost told him how good he was doing. He was starting to thrust up into him and Soap's mouth fell open, body going lax.

"There you go, Johnny." Ghost purred as Gaz pushed two of his fingers into Soap's mouth. Soap soaked on them immediately, whining.

Gaz smiled. "You were right, his mouth feels amazing. So slick and warm." Soap struggled a little but this time Ghost hit his prostate and he was back to just taking it all. He came all over Gaz's hand, head falling back.

Gaz disappeared from there view but Soap felt his mouth on his overly sensitive cock and he knew exactly where he was. Ghost hit his prostate over and over and Soap ended up getting hard again, shaking quite a bit from the overstimulation.

Ghost bit the side of his neck hard, making sure it would leave a mark for a long time. "Ours. Understood? No one else could ever do this to you."

Soap nodded immediately. Ghost came in him, groaning as he nuzzled into his neck. He tapped Gaz who came right back up and attacked Soap, kissing him hard as he grabbed his cock and lined up. He gently sank down on Soap, letting out a soft sigh.

Soap groaned, trapped between their chests. "Aren't you going to pull out?"

"No." Ghost stayed exactly where he was, enjoying himself. He watched Gaz kiss Soap and felt him moving under the water, fucking himself on Soap hard.

Soap panted softly, already so close again.

"Come on, you can last a little longer, right?"

"Fucking hell. You two must be demons." Soap managed to get out, sounding hoarse.

Gaz laughed and kissed along his cheek, following the scar over his eye.

Ghost rocked into him and Soap groaned. "Come on, Simon. Mercy, please."

"Alright, alright. Still not pulling out. You're so fucking tight."

Gaz felt himself getting closer, already so close from watching them. Ghost's hair fluffed up like a halo as he held Soap, both of them so pretty.

Both of them were his.

He came with that thought in mind, clenching hard around Soap until he felt him spill into him too.

"No more... Tapping out guys..." Soap muttered. They both laughed, gently running their fingers along his sides and down his legs.

"You're good, Johnny." Ghost promised, biting at where his jaw met his neck. "We got you."

The two of them detangled themselves and gently put Soap on the beach. Before Gaz even had a chance to pull away, Ghost grabbed him, pressing him into the water. Gaz squealed as Ghost thrust into him, grabbing at Ghost's hips.

Ghost knew him well, immediately fucking him as hard as he wanted. Gaz kissed any skin he could reach as he felt the stretch. Thanks to Soap, it wasn't too bad, just enough pain to make it feel nice. Ghost was much rougher than him, not as worried he'd break. Gaz moaned and panted softly, circling his hips how Ghost liked.

"I think Nixies are pretty too."

"Never had a doubt about that." Gaz mumbled. Ghost hit his sweet spot and he was a mess, biting and scratching at any exposed skin like an animal.

"There you go, darling. I'll show Soap how to do this later. How to fuck you how you like."

Gaz nodded excitedly, feeling Ghost's pace start to stutter. He felt him come in him and then reach down, playing with him until he finished a moment after.

Ghost laid him right next to Soap and smiled. "That was fun. We should get dressed and go."

"Fuck off."

"Give us a minute, damn."

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Ghost x Gaz #Gaz x Ghost #Soap x Gaz #Gaz x Soap #Soap x Gaz x ghost #Ghost x Soap X Gaz #kyle gaz garrick

[velvetcoffins]

ROLEPLAY REQUEST

- NO MINORS / MINORS DNI

Desperately looking for a Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare roleplay.

📌 RULES:

Im gay and feel uncomfortable playing any other genders/sexualities so I will be only playing as a male character and will only play against a male character.

I will not be open to do cc x oc for this post, I will only do cc x cc.

I play as a dom way too often so Im desperately looking to play as a sub.

Im open to NSFW themes.

I’m open to do ANY ship, no matter what.

✍️ CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE:

Gaz

Soap

Ghost

Konig

( not in specific order )

IDEAS:

barracks bunny

monster au

hurt in mission

sharing barracks

obsession

enemies to lovers

switching sides

team up

kidnap

( and more but im lazy )

#roleplay #rp #cod rp #cod roleplay #cod mw rp #cod mw roleplay #ghost x konig #ghost x soap #soap x konig #soap x ghost #gaz x ghost #gaz x konig #gaz x soap

[cod-dump]

*Price and Soap are talking*

Gaz: *runs by screaming*

Price and Soap: ?

Ghost running by after Gaz: I’M GOING TO KISS YOU COME BACK HERE

Price: … Soap get the camera

Soap: Already on it, Captain

#ghost is very aggressive about his love #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #incorrect quotes #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #ghost x gaz #gaz x ghost #captain price #original quote

[blukrown]

Mid Mission Mischief - Ghost/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - STUCK IN A SMALL SPACE

Things go slightly array when Gaz and Ghost have to get under a desk to hide from some guards mid mission. Kyle's body reacts form being in such close proximity with his superior.

Or read on AO3

Contains: NSFW, tight space, sex during a mission

Gaz and Ghost were in an office. The boss of a smuggling ring’s office, to be exact. One who was in charge of a weapon dealing op the 141 was trying to eradicate. Whilst the enemies main forces were out, the two-person team snuck in.

Gaz was looking through the shelves, drawers, and on top of the desk to look for any further proof of other activity while Ghost watched the door. This base was almost completely analog to Gaz’s horror, meaning he was looking through paperwork and meaningless files, hoping he could find a scrap of info.

“Sir, I’m not findin’ anything,” Gaz said, showing his frustration as he looked at Ghost.

Ghost did not hide a roll of his eyes, “Use your eyes, Garrick. It ain’t hard.”

“I am, sir.” Gaz hissed, gesturing to the piles of papers. “But there’s nothing of note. Just borin’ reports and bank statements.”

Ghost did not hide a frustrated huff as he walked to Gaz at the desk, “Fine. I’ll look. You take door-”

Just at that moment, the doorknob moved. Both men darted their heads to see it. Then, before Gaz could react, Ghost had jumped over the desk and pulled Gaz under it with him.

Gaz was slammed to the ground with a faint thud. Half lying down with his legs splayed along the ratted carpet and back against the side wall of the desk. Ghost was above him, kneeling with his back hunched to fit. It was a stroke of luck they were hiding under an executive-style desk, with drawers on either side and a wall on the opposite end from where the owner would stand. Hiding their presence from the new arrivals unless they circled the room.

Both of them listened as the door creaked open and five distinct sets of footsteps entered. Gaz shifted just a little, pulling his legs closer on either side of Ghost to ensure they would not be seen from the outside. Gaz then looked up, viewing just how crammed into the space they were.

Ghost was a large, towering man and Gaz was not much better. It was a cramped space under the desk and Ghost was close. VERY close.

The lieutenant’s back was hunkered but it was still brushing the roof of the desk, his large shoulders almost as wide too. He would have struggled to hide under here even without Gaz. So it was no wonder he felt so close. Large hands pressed to the wall by Gaz’s head, face close to his but looking away to listen to the voices in the room. One of Ghost’s knees between Gaz’s legs and another on his right.

Perhaps it was Gaz’s racing adrenalin but he found his breathing quickening, his heart beginning to race. Still being quiet, those deeper breaths meant he could smell Ghost closer like this. He smelled of gunpowder, oil grease, and something more, a something more that had Gaz growing hot under the collar. It was a musk that he had caught once or twice before that had him spinning. 

It made him think of Ghost in the gym, glistening with sweat and grunting as he lifted weights. How the muscles tightened and squeezed in strain, how the veins grew distinct above the skin.

Fuck. Gaz realized he was getting turned on. 

He bit his lip, unconsciously moving a little to adjust to the slight constriction of his pants and accidentally brushing against Ghost’s knee, letting slip a faint gasp.

Ghost’s reaction was immediate, reaching out and pushing a gloved hand against his mouth silencing him. The guards immediately seemed to notice but were unsure of where it came from, looking but not bothering to circle the whole room just yet.

Gaz felt himself shiver as he realized Ghost’s eyes were on him. Warm, bright brown eyes. Staring at him amongst the black of his mask. It was then, to Gaz’s horror that his superior looked down. Seeing, very clearly, Gaz’s half-pitched tent in his pants.

Gaz squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his skin wriggle and burn with embarrassment. What must Ghost be thinking? 

He was probably confused, annoyed, maybe even disgusted.

Gaz didn’t want to look, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for long enough, Ghost would disappear. Or that he would wake up and it would be revealed to be just a terrible dream.

Instead, he felt something touch him between his legs, forcing out another noise that was well muffled by the thick, worn fabric of Ghost’s gloves. Gaz had also opened his eyes in surprise, looking to see Ghost’s other hand there. Touching at his bulge with the skeletal patterned glove.

Gaz’s eyes shot to Ghost's, surprise making him freeze even as his cock twitched at his superior’s touch. A shiver coursed down his body when he realized Ghost was still looking at him. Watching him. His hand was now cupping at him, squeezing experimentally and watching each fidget or grunt that came with it.

Gaz was confused but weirdly excited by it. The thrill of the men still in the room, discussing and talking, whilst Ghost groped him under the desk. Gloved hand still pressed to his mouth, stopping any noise. Those eyes, watching his every move and reaction. It was no surprise then when Gaz soon became fully hard and uncomfortable under his fatigues.

Gaz tried his best to stay still, as although his mouth had been silenced, any rustle of clothes, friction against carpet, or bumps on wood would alert their location. But he couldn’t help it, finding himself shuffling and bucking into Ghost’s generous hand. Wanting more. More of his touch. More of his warmth.

By some miracle, the visitors seemed satisfied by their half-hearted surveillance of the room and left, shutting the door behind them. It was only then that Ghost released Gaz’s mouth.

Gaz gasped for a breath of air before starting to speak. “Hah- What’s your deal, touchin’ me like that? Give a bloke a warning!”

“So you weren’t enjoyin’ it then?” Ghost asked, tone matter of fact.

“Wha- No, I mean . . . What do you think?” Gaz blustered, allowing his voice to be emotive but hushed. “As I said, at least give us a warning or somethin’ before you start gettin’ handsy.”

“My bad,” Ghost said with a hint of sincerity through the cold, even as his hand still lingered on Gaz’s hidden cock. “I just couldn’t resist. It’s not every day a pretty bloke like you thinks I’m attractive.”

Gaz let out a frustrated huff, “Oh please, you’re more than just ‘attractive’.”

“Oh? What am I then?”

“A distraction.” Gaz snapped, gritting his teeth as Ghost squeezed at him, softly punishing him for the insult.

“Well, this distraction might just leave you to dry if you don’t play nice, Garrick.” Ghost said with a tone of warning.

Gaz bit his lip for a moment, reading in Ghost’s eyes a look of seriousness underlaid with his own hedonistic need. “What did you have in mind, then?”

. . .

Gaz kept to the same spot under the desk, neck beginning to cramp and legs half bent to fit the length of space under the desk. His pants were undone and his cock freed but constricted instead inside Ghost.

Ghost sat on top, still hunched to not hit the roof of the desk, on his knees with his pants shoved off completely. One hand kept Gaz’s lower abdomen still, forcing Gaz not to move and thrust upwards further into Ghost’s addictive heat. The other hand had returned to Gaz’s mouth, covering both nose and mouth. Muffling most noise and restricting Gaz’s already uneven breaths.

It was all something Gaz would never forget, Ghost lifting his hips and dropping down. Taking Gaz’s cock in full, how his own hard on bounced by his stomach. Head red and left unattended. Mask resolutely still hiding his features but eyes heavy lidded and dark with pleasure. That wasn’t even all. Ghost was also talking to Gaz, speaking to him as he rode and ground into him with salacious rolls of his hips that dragged a groan from Gaz each and everytime.

“You’re lucky you’re a handsome lad, Kyle.” Ghost whispered, voice rasped but rich, forcing Gaz to shiver as he heard his own name. “I wouldn’t just let anybody put their cock in, y’know?”

Gaz hummed against Ghost’s hand. His own grip at his lieutenant’s waist, almost useless as they tugged and pulled. Silently pleading Ghost to quicken or slow. But Ghost never obeyed, using Gaz’s cock for his own enjoyment more than anything else.

“Fuck, you suit this well, Garrick. Letting people enjoy this good dick of yours and watch your pretty face get all messed up.”

Gaz felt himself twitch inside Ghost, flattered immensely by the praise.

“I’d ride you all day if I could. Keep you all to myself and take your cock until you’re numb from it.” Ghost said with an audible grin as he spoke, squeezing around Gaz’s sensitive cock and forcing out a whimper from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be at my mercy and let me take whatever I want from you, huh?”

Ghost lifted up and slammed back down, Gaz reflexively wanting to lift his hips to burrow deeper but that strong, stern hand at his stomach stilled him. Making him groan in need and want. 

He was getting close now, knew it was only a matter of time.

Gaz would have tried to stave it off, perhaps offer Ghost’s some assistance with his own abandoned erection but he was pinned and enjoying this whole encounter far too much to ask to change.

He could only squeeze his fingers into Ghost’s pale, scarred hips in warning. Eyes looking into Ghost’s pleadingly, asking - no begging for him to let him finish. Ghost wasn’t cruel but it would not surprise Gaz if edging him was yet another mirthful tactic Ghost wanted to employ.

But Ghost seemed unbothered by Gaz’s pending release, almost pleased.

“Go on then,” Ghost grunted, his own breaths coming unsteady huffs as the exertion of riding Gaz was now getting to him.

“I’d love to see a looker like you cum. Bet you look right pretty, teary-eyed and flushed. I’m lookin’ forward to seeing it. C’mon, Kyle. Be a good, pretty boy for me. You can even cum inside if you like. You’ll just have to promise to clean me up when we get back.”

The idea of eating Ghost’s ass out, tasting his own cum on his tongue as he finally got his chance to make Ghost moan, had Gaz finally spilling over. His hips bucking and humping up into Ghost in needy, pathetic thrusts. Seeming to gratify Ghost as he hummed a heavy tone as he watched. Eyes slanted in a dark, pleased smile that had Gaz’s cock ache all the more.

But Ghost did not stop. The grinding of his hips was unrelenting. Needy to the point of maddening. Fucking himself on Gaz’s cock even as the sergeant soon felt overstimulated and raw.

Not enough for true discomfort but enough to make him struggle against Ghost’s loosening hands. But it was half-hearted, eyes still watching as Ghost needed his own finish. 

Gaz wished he could see Ghost’s face, wished to see the pale skin colour red and watch his mouth open in keening gasps that he could tortuously hear through the cloth and prosthetic skull. 

All he could do was watch. Watch Ghost take his own cock in hand and jerk it hungrily, pulling himself closer and closer with every roll or jerk until he finally finished. Pearly white strips spilling into Ghost’s black-gloved hand and onto Gaz’s shirt. Gaz may have thought to complain about the mess but was far too busy enjoying the view. His own cock starting to stiffen a little at how eagerly Ghost had chased his own release with him still inside.

After both men had caught their breath and were certain no more visitors would come to the room, they finally separated. Gaz not helping but only watched as Ghost pulled his pants back up, knowing full well Gaz’s cum was surely slowly seeping out and dribbling down his thighs. Fuck, Gaz really wished he could see it.

Gaz was just getting to his feet when he noticed something. 

On the underside of the table appeared to be a loosened screw, hidden from open view but near enough to the end of the desk to be reachable by someone who sat before it. Curious, Gaz pulled at it. And with a faint click, a small compartment opened.

Miniscule enough to not fit pieces of paper, it was the perfect size for a USB stick. Clearly, these targets weren’t complete Luddites’s after all.

Gaz was grinning as he got to his feet. “Sir, I think I got what we were lookin’ for.” Holding out the item to Ghost.

Ghost seemed, almost, surprised. Taking it and safely storing it in a pocket on his belt.

“Nicely done, Garrick.” His eyes then lowered a little, “You’re flies undone by the way.”

“Shit,” Gaz swore, hurriedly fixing the last sight of undress. “Not goin’ to give me a reward, sir?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something in mind. Once we get back to base, of course.” Gaz could see a flicker of something almost like mischief in those dark brown eyes. “Now then, let's get out of this shithole.”

#gazweek2023 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz call of duty #gaz #ghost x gaz #gaz x ghost #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #mlm #fanfiction #fanfic

[callsign-bunnie]

Do you have any Ghost x Gaz headcanons? Platonic or Ship(😘) wise? There’s such a lack of content between these two I’m desperate for anything ♥️

Hmm, I think I got a few :)

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Very reluctant relationship

Gaz thought Ghost was a bit much and Ghost thought the same about Gaz in the opposite direction

Price certainly had some feelings about it. Um good or bad is still to be determined

Keep their relationship quiet, since neither of them are particular open people

Price is really the only one that knows

He does eventually come around to supporting them because he wants them to be happy and it makes sense that they’d be happy together

Actually a super level headed relationship

Gaz is very understanding when Ghost feels the need to grow distant and gives Ghost space

Ghost understands that Gaz does prefer more affection and attention in a relationship and so does his best to be there whenever he can

However, when they fight they fight 

Both can be pretty passionate people when they care and if they’re fighting it’s because they care

But, ultimately, most issues just kind of get worked out. Neither can stand too many issues being there

They’re both autistic so they have that

Don’t go on many dates, neither of them really find them important

Ghost is big spoon because it helps him not feel suffocated by affection but Gaz is still getting the affection he needs

Gaz is actually the more protective one, and the one who gets in front of Ghost to get in someone’s face for being a dick

Ghost thinks it’s cute, actually

They get a dog together

It is a very spoiled dog

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[wishfuldivine]

Imagine a sleepy Gaz and an enamored Ghost?

Gaz yawned softly as he fought to keep his eyes open while Ghost leaned back with his arms crossed next to him. They were on the couch, watching a movie. Price and Soap had long gone to their respective quarters.

The lieutenant noticed the slouching position Gaz had taken to. And immediately knew that he was falling asleep.

With a gentle hand to the back of his neck, he moved the sergeant's head to rest on his shoulder. A small appreciative sound escaped the other as his eyes closed.

Instantly, Gaz was gone. His small puffs of air and motion of his chest are a soothing vision. It made Ghost smile warmly, and his heart skipped a beat.

As the movie went on and with Gaz now sound asleep, Ghost's own eyes started to droop. Eventually, he, too, decided to call it a day and moved his head to rest on top of the sergeant's.

Together, they slept peacefully.

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[infectedkura]

Day 6 of Gaz Week 2023 is also done! Yaaaasss!

Wrote it as a continuation of the fic of the day before so enjoy more Gaz/Ghost with some ropes UwU

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After his little sexting adventure with Gaz, he learned a lot about his lieutenant. But Gaz would've never guessed for his stoic superior to be into bondage AND to send him proof of it.

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