BRAVO FIVE

Gabriel "Gaz" Hendrix. Independent Gaz Roleplay from the Modern Warfare series. Please read my rules, and the biography before interacting.

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reznova:

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One perfect Choo came to rest against the contraption, the stiletto heel poised precariously against the floor. One wrong move, and the intel officer was looking at the mother of all broken ankles, if not worse. All the poise in the world could not make up for the awkwardness of the angle, but Julia held her position fearlessly. Staring down the dimly lit hall, she smirked at the sound of other shoes upon the linoleum,moving in a manner practically rehearsed.

The skateboard – and such a pity Price’s daughter had left it after her last visit, someone really ought to mail it back to London post haste – sailed swiftly over the clean floors, hardly inhibited by the box balanced upon its frame. The whole affair came to a stop once the board and its cargo slammed into the lieutenant’s side. No matter the force, Julia would never be able to set something forward with enough force to topple a soldier, but that hardly mattered. 

Her porcelain teeth flashed all too bright in the hallway, her heels clicking rhythmically as she approached Gaz. “You won’t believe what a bargain I found Asda. They were practically giving them away when I went in.” She could see the headline now: Came For The Memory Stick, Left With A Way To Make New Enemies.

“Go on, then. Open it up.” Grinning still at the box for the machine, she chuckled to herself. “I’ll bet you sing a mean Sid, Gaz.”

The soreness of yet another scrape-up drummed against his side. An old, aggravated injury ended him up in the infirmary. Sure he was free finally, but he felt like he couldn’t muster Mr. Sunshine that day. When the skateboard came colliding with his shin, Gaz wouldn’t excuse the confused look on his face. He looked up at Julia, with a hint of tired amusement returning to his eyes.

“Well, I don’t hear ticking, so I’m going to hope that I’m safe in opening this,” Gaz teased, slowly seating himself on the ground like a child waiting to open Christmas presents.

Peering into the box, a huge, boyish grin split his face. His brown eyes lit up with excitement. Yet another way to piss the Old Man off.

“Oh, God, Jules,” Gaz’s gleeful voice rang. “You shouldn’t have. And it works?”

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sinnhelmingr:

She offered him nothing at first, only a sharp whistle and a murmur of her dog’s name. Garmr, for his part, seemed to leap at her voice, turning into less of a guard dog and more of a lapdog as he trotted past the intruder and up to his mistress. Offering him a few moments of attention, dark hand knotting through his fur as she scratched his back, Hel stood afterwards. Big dog though Garm might be, he was her baby, and laid down content at her side.

“He is,  but I should think he means you no harm.”

Closing the distance between she and the newcomer, Hel extended her hand toward him with a smile. “Hel Lokadotter. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hendrix. You certainly do look to be a capable man. I feel safer already!”

She had always known that the man sent to protect her was British, but now wondered about what he had been before.

Her money was on SAS, but there would be time for that later, once they were better acquainted.

Gaz found himself wondering if this Hel Lokadotter was any more “living dead” than Price’s Jules. He quickly dismissed this idea, reminding himself that Jules was clearly the Queen of Death. With a cheeky grin, he shook the woman’s dainty and soft hand.

“The pleasure’s all mine, dear. With a doggo that size, I find it hard to believe you had any intruders recently,” he replied, his beaming smile never fading.

Perhaps that small, American doctor he knew was correct in believing that Gaz knew no strangers. He sometimes couldn’t hold back his brass extroversion, and couldn’t put aside his hunger to make someone else’s day much better. Tucking his large hands in his jean pockets, he cleared his throat.

“I was planning on bringing some coffee over for you, but I wasn’t sure if you even drink coffee,” Gaz brought his hand to the back of his neck. “But if you want, I’d be happy to take you to get something.”

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“Don’t get in my way, and we’ll get alone well enough.”

Xavier “Centossa” Barlow | MI6 | Espionage Specialist • Spy • Certified Asshole | Independent OC RP

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“Nothing seems quite as bad with Johnny Cash.”

Aven Natalie Praxton | Medic • Nurse • Frontierswoman • “Cinnamon Roll” | Independent OC RP |

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"Whaaaat? Charm's one of my many weapons." Gabriel "GAZ" Hendrix | SAS | Call of Duty independent RP | Written by SJ

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“Fuck, that’s a big dog.”

The ex-soldier kept his eyes on the wolf-sized dog as it inspected him almost knowingly. Gaz carefully wedged himself between the black dog and the wall as he crept out of the hallway. The dog snarled at him as he moved by, but left Gaz in one piece. It made sense to him why MacTavish had always been afraid of dogs.

“Ms. Hel?” he called. “It’s Gabriel Hendrix... your new bodyguard.”

He entered the living room and the pale woman looked up at him. She was as white as a fresh corpse and quiet as one as well. Gaz wondered if somehow he walked into a horror movie set.

“You are Ms. Hel, right?”

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Starter Call

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hissingthroughmyteeth:

“Marvelous. How are you not the toast of runway shows?”

Now giggling along with Gaz, she could not stop her grin from nearly splitting her face.

She wondered what it was, that made this pretty Englishman so much more tolerable than his less pretty Russian counterpart. Even for all the times Gaz left her squirming under his touch, she still found herself coming back to his company. Maybe one day she would find a name for that brain fever. Maybe one day she would just steal his hat and run.

You could never tell, when the two of them were left alone.

As the soft fabric collided with her face, Julia let out a soft oof, scrambling to pull the obstruction from her head. Studying it for a moment, lessening her grip so it might reveal itself to her, she laughed again. “Oh– Oh, Gaz, I can’t make any promises. Can’t you just SEE ME walking into a briefing with you and Shepherd in this?”

“Not only can I see you doing that, I expect you to,” Gaz explained, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s just a matter of time until I get everyone on base one. You should feel honored to be the first- okay, second- person on base except me to have such a glorious look.”

A song from that Disney movie with The Rock in it came to mind.

“What can I say except- you’re welcome!”

Yes. He loved Disney movies. How could anyone expect him not to? Gaz was proud of the fact he knew most lyrics to most songs. Oh, he definitely knew all the lyrics to Frozen and Moana.

“Do you love it?”

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dareandtheworldyields:

Back when he’d been a Tom, Price had loved flying in the way fearless young lads did when they were first awarded their fatigues. The purr of deadly machinery had always given him a thrill, the engines vibration rattling his bones but never his calm. It had been even better on those ops - the ones where he’d roped his way into a spitting skillet of gunfire, or hurtled headfirst through the air. Parachute and good timing the only thing preventing his arse from hitting the ground harder than it should.

But with time? Time and experience had brought with it a wealth of knowledge, and that knowledge had taught Price that sitting in a tin can, blazing across the landscape with their underbelly exposed? More trouble than it was sodding worth.

And yet… giving his lieutenant - the cheeky bastard - the satisfaction of agreeing wasn’t something Price was going sacrifice his pride to do, gaze resolutely fixed knife in his hands. It had been cleaned of blood a while ago, but polishing it was almost like a habit.

“Nikolai can drop your sorry arse anywhere you like, mate, but I doubt the locals will appreciate your charm,” Price snorted, mouth twitching slightly - cloth gliding over steel.”We’re fifteen minutes out and there’s MREs under the seat. Then we’ll be in with the yanks and you can natter their ear off instead of mine.”  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Gaz put his hands up defensively. “First off, that’s cold, Price. Cold. Secondly, I could charm a goddamn snake. I mean, look at me. Lastly, MREs are trash. MREs aren’t actual food, okay?”

If the lieutenant could irk Price enough, maybe the captain would punch Gaz’s lights out. Maybe it would help with the motion sickness setting in. He leaned his head back in the chair he was strapped into, and sighed loudly. When it didn’t evoke a response from Price, Gaz sighed louder until it became a childish groan.

“Hey, Price? If I threw up, how much would you pay me to throw up on the FNG instead of you?”

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Daveed Diggs + Dogs

guess you could call him Daveed Dogs? B)

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Starter Call

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Oh bless the lord my soul✨

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lafayette in the background of ‘my shot’ appreciation post

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“Who the fuck does this guy think he is?” he turned to Riley, arm resting on the steering wheel.

It wasn’t often that Gaz got road rage. He was usually a calm, happy-go-lucky sort of guy. However, this asshole, in his blue Mercedes, that just had to pull into the parking spot that Gaz, was going to park in was absolutely pushing it.

“Are you bloody seeing this? I’m going to lose my shit.”

He agitatedly growled, pulling away from the parking spot. Gaz sat back in the seat, tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel.

“Look at all the other fucking spots he could’ve taken,” Gaz said. “I can’t even believe it. I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to punch at least one civilian, right?”

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hissingthroughmyteeth:

“I–”

“–think it is the greatest thing to come out of your wardrobe.”

Gaz grinned proudly.

“What can I say?” he asked, now chuckling. “I’m a fucking fashion icon.”

Gaz was a man who simply liked to make other people smile. His mama often asked him why he joined the military because of this disposition. Of course, he’d answer that it was probably the best option for him anyway. Still, there was a strong need for his good-natured attitude.

Speaking of seeing others smile, Gaz reached behind his back.

“Jules, you just have to get on my level,” he told her, throwing a felt fabric at her. “I’m going to need you to wear that whenever I’m in your presence. I can’t be seen with you if you aren’t going to wear a onesie. I have a reputation to think about.”