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Gaz things
Simon "you look easy to bruise" Riley who's got a thing for inflicting pain. He's really socially inept and assumes you'll understand his death threats are coy flirting. He will make sure it's visible if you allow it. Yes, he's checking every wound multiple days after a scene with you, but he's doing so with extreme manhandling and an equal amount of threats to you health. He really wants to marry you I promise.
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Kyle "can you hit me again please I'm close–" Garrick who has a thing for receiving pain. He is horribly repressed about this infatuation and will only address it when he pops a boner after you threaten to gut him. He loves nothing more than buying you weapons in the hopes you'll bring them out in bed. No, this had nothing to do with his rti– oh also make sure every injury can be hidden he doesn't want anyone to know.
i just think if u write gaz as vanilla (when the rest of the 141 is kinky) or a beta (when the others are alphas/omegas) or draw the 141 and not him (hes holding the camera!) or make him the only human (everyone else is some supernatural creature) ur a closet racist
y'all thought i was done with orc!ghost? HAHAH no here's a wip with tiefling!gaz
Continuing with my last post kinda but I'm just thinking about oddball Ghost.
He takes forever to get used to people and even then he may never really express true affection towards them. Just a desensitization towards their presence.
He doesn't enter into any even remotely situation without the sense he has some sort of tactical advantage. Not necessarily based on rank or like physicality (since those are usually givens) but based on general environment. If he's going to ask you for something it's going to be when its dark out and you're alone and you haven't eaten for awhile. Why those all those prerequisites to ask to bum a cigarette?
He's like a wild animal. He won't 'attack' unless you're back is turned, or you look like you aren't paying attention, or maybe you seem unsure. He feels more confident when you're caught off guard. Your uncertainty emboldens him, your confidence makes him want to withdraw. If it ever feels like he's in a situation and more uncertain than you are he'll try and abort as soon as possible. This is why confrontation just doesn't work with him. He'll avoid the problem and, consequently you in general until he think's you're over it. Then he may bring it up later in a manner where he feels he can control the narrative better, or else drop the issue entirely.
Barring like, his own personal issues, he is surprisingly quick to change his mind on lots of topics. He has very little attachment to most facets of humanity which means he doesn't have super strong opinions on most things. He has an altered view of things based on the shit he's experienced, sure. But he's not like Price (or Gaz!) who see their way of doing things as something enlightened. Normal civilian life has the same kind of appeal to him as a fairy tale might. He understands that his way of viewing the world has been severely skewed.
Theres a lot of surprises, with him. Hot and cold periods. I think the only way he would get into a proper relationship would be through gradual but complete enmeshment. Someone becoming such a constant to him he realizes that their absence has become a bother itself. At that point there's genuinely no more leaving him. You've gotten this far, you just have to ride it out from then out.
imagine the reader panicking. checking their phone every other second. praying for some cell service in the middle of an empty forest. Constantly checking over their shoulder to make sure the masked figure in all black hasn't gotten any closer since the last hour they've been stalking. clutching onto their pepper spray and preparing to fight for their life to escape some serial killer in the woods at night.
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a very bored and very miserable ghost. been kicked from base for a couple weeks. forced to go holiday by the rest. following civvies through the park and pretending they're targets just to feel something again.
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You're about 10% sure Nikolai is involved with the mob.
You met him not too long ago while working another miserable minimum wage shift at the coffeeshop. As much as it took a toll on you, you always tried your best to stay polite with every customer.
He seemed charmed by you, charmed enough to pay with a 100 bucks cash and tell you to "keep the change". When you went to put the bill in the register, you realized he'd folded it around a business card. A simple off white rectangle with only 'Nikolai' and his phone number on it.
You allowed yourself to take a chance and before you knew it, the guy had charmed you right back. He was funny, caring and sexier than you'd initially given him credit for. You didn't like to think of yourself as materialistic, but you also weren't going to put up too much of a fight when he'd pay every bill or buy you all sorts of things. Always paid in cash.
Whenever you tried asking about his job, he'd expertly dodge the question. Sometimes you'd be over at his place and he'd excuse himself into his study for prolonged phone calls. They were all in Russian so it didn't tell you much.
Maybe your theory was outlandish, but the curiosity was simply killing you. How did he earn those thousands he loved spending on you?
John “I use my authority and age as a weapon against my men” Price who infantilizes them because it’s efficient. “Kid.” “Son.” said to them in the way you speak to something you’ve already decided doesn’t get a vote. The age gap becomes a blunt instrument: he’s older, therefore right; they’re younger, therefore still learning. Any dissent is reframed as immaturity, any frustration as proof that they’re not ready to understand the weight he carries.
He justifies his cruelty with experience. Says he’s seen more coffins, buried more friends, made harder calls. Uses that history like a shield and a cudgel: this hurts because it has to, I’m harsh because the world is harsher. If you push back, you’re not principled, you’re petulant. If you question him, you’re a child chafing at rules you don’t yet grasp.
Price who believes age doesn’t just grant authority but sanctifies it.
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Younger Reader who’s only response is a flat, unbothered: “Okay, boomer.”
weird mood rn. ive been rotating fallen angel gaz for awhile its very foundational to my understanding of him. mostly thematically/symbolically but ALSO....... pretty principality gaz with his fiery sword whispering into the ears of kings and presidents and generals.
principality gaz getting frustrated and disillusioned with his inability to make real change or touch the world directly, meeting completely normal guy john price who empathizes so well with him. it must be such a hard job. it must be hard to be a divine thing and still have so many rules. it must be hard when you know whats right and youre not allowed to make it happen. it cant really be that bad to put your thumb on the scale just a bit right? just to withdraw protection from one soldier or one platoon or one building full of missiles. and it would help me so much, really, so that would still be virtuous, of course. not that you HAVE to do anything but you know you can trust me, kyle. whatever you want to do i'm sure it'll be the right thing.
lucifer price who coos at gaz and pats his back when his feathers start turning black and falling out, who sweeps him away into a nice warm nest and tells him he did good and they just don't understand him. they just don't get you like i do, kyle. by the time price stops hiding his horns kyle is far past the point of no return.
and kyle gets so lonely without anyone to nest with him and flock with him and help preen and kiss each other on the forehead so of course price introduces him to reaper ghost and hellhound johnny who welcome him in so warmly ^^
*gets more insane* what if when laswell said "her wife" hated her smoking, she was actually sharing a private dark humour joke with price bc she doesn't actually have a wife. she's just consistently fucking this informant who's undercover behind enemy lines and is constantly afraid for her life and depends entirely on laswell's whims and laswell rly shouldn't be fucking her bc it's unethical but price can hardly judge her. and gaz is like "aw she has a wife 😊" not knowing he's in the presence of wolves and the "wife" is a worse version of him
Gaz has always been a beta to me (in ABO universes). But I think that it's only because I have a very different/specific idea of how betas would function in a society like that.
I think the reason he usually is portrayed as a beta is an extension of the idea that he's the most 'normal' among the main cast and people often see him as boring because of it. And betas are kind of the‘boring’ designation. I don’t agree that Gaz is the most 'normal' (Id probably argue that role goes to soap actually), but he is the most ‘well-adjusted’. Which is actually why he's a beta in my mind.
Betas aren't directly involved in the reproductive process in most abo universes. They don't enter heat/rut. In some universes even lack the ability to scent or mark mates entirely. One of the advantages of having a population of people who just generally aren't reproducing is that those people have a lot more energy and time to dedicate towards work. It’s a pattern that plays out a lot in real life and so I think it would be a kind of a cultural, if not biological norm that betas take a lot of pride in their ‘work’. More specifically in being active and especially in being 'useful'. Usefulness would be very important because its a way to almost justify themselves, both to society and their own psyche.
So I raise you, a promising young SAS qualifier. Beta, with a bit of a complex about it. Betas and alphas are both prominent in the military, but there's always a bit of an insecurity there. Especially in SAS, which thins out a lot of betas who just can't shore up the physical requirements necessary to pass selection. Gaz does though. Excels in all categories. Hand him a test and he'll do what it takes to ace it. The trajectory and struggle to get in is a high all on its own. Makes his instincts sing. The constant affirmation that he's doing the pinnacle of what a young man in his position can do. That he'll get to do real work. He's not just pushing papers at some desk. It doesn't matter anymore, the casual locker room talk from his alpha teammates. The comments from his family even. The idea that betas just aren't enough.
No, Gaz is a good beta. He's a useful beta. And he's doing real work. He's really sure of that at first. The first year or two in. But all work is work in the end. Even work out in war zones. Every group they clean up after has another waiting to take their place, or the crime leaders get a new alias and jump the country, or the bad guys (shockingly) move faster than the bastards up top can sign paperwork bestowing him full clearance to just fucking execute the enemy already.
But, Gaz is a good beta. And he knows not to rock the boat. And he's satisfied with that. Or he can make himself satisfied with it. The high is gone, yeah, but he's doing well at what he's doing. Been promoted a few times. Holds some rank. He's doing well. Reached heights most others could never. That most betas would never even dream about. His story is a motivational speaker's wet dream come to reality. Maybe that'd be good for him. Do good work here, chase off a few baddies in the process, retire in twenty on a fat pension. Go around to elementary schools telling young betas that they don't have to submit themselves to being accountants and receptionists. Maybe film some TEDTalk and that’ll be that. It's good work. Work he can be satisfied with.
Kyle goes through Resistance To Interrogation. He makes it out.
It's abundantly clear that it's not enough anymore. Every second spent standing and waiting for the shots he knows are coming anyways. Every moment verifying the pre-verified information that he already gathered using the most kid-gloved methods he could think of. Piccadilly happens, and he's a mess.
He doesn't rock the boat. Or he hasn't. Especially not with his superiors. He does good work. Good work. Maybe not useful work. Never useful. Never enough. But he does good work. He's been good. So, when Kyle lashes out to (not at, never at) Price, it's a moment of extreme weakness.
Price is an opportunist, and he knows what to offer Gaz. Maybe not clean work. Maybe not 'good' work. But certainly, useful work.
I don't care what y'all say, Soap is the kind of man who would have them play spin the bottle and do the craziest dares.
One of them would be who fucks Gaz to the point of not being able to walk. Price and Ghost agree and even make bets among each other. Only for it to end in a tie. So there has to be a tie-breaker with Gaz having to ride each one of them, and HE gets to decide in the end.
And knowing Gaz? He doesn't have the heart to actually make a final choice. So, he chooses them all equally. Then they go on about missions like Gaz wasn't just sent to oblivion by the squad days earlier. But, it allows them to get some of the necessary steam off. It's a win-win.
mw reboot but it's the story of a vampire Price turning Gaz after piccadilly. Taking advantage of his desire for quick, effective change (and lowkey power). Introducing him to life as a vampire and slowly coercing him into swearing off his humanity and getting him to come to terms with what he is (what he turned him into) GO!
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You’re no dangerous hybrid. The rest of the task force is not, they’re all fucking wolves.
It’s no surprise, really - predator hybrids often make the best soldiers. You’re just a secretary, so no need for any specific animal’s DNA in your system.
December comes. More breaks, less missions, even lesser paperwork for you, It’s been a calm year so your boys are on base too, at least until christmas when Price goes to his wife and kids, Gaz goes to his fiancée, Soap goes to his family and uh, Simon….he’ll probably just go with you, wagging his tail behind.
It gets cold in UK. Real fucking cold.
They can’t comprehend one thing: Why the fuck do you sleep alone? Yes, the four of them are wolf hybrids and you’re not one. That doesn’t mean you’re not pack. You’re pack, you belong with them.
Week before Christmas, you’re sitting with them in Price’s barracks. You tend to do that often, just to spend time together.
"Aren’t ya cold, lass?” Soap blurts out randomly, right after Gaz finished his ranting about the idiot rookie he had to room with.
"Why would I be cold?” You ask. The heating’s on all around base. It’s not like you’re freezing.
"….Ya haven’t slept wit’ us.” Ghost gruffs out so you won’t have to guess.
"He talkin’ ‘bout social snoozes.” Price chuckles.
"What the hell is a social snooze?”
"We..uh….wait, fuck. It fuckin’ sounds wrong.” Gaz sighs. ,,We sleep together. It's not sexual, we jus" cuddle up.”
"Cuddle up, Christ…yeh five or summat?” Simon scoffs.
,,Not fuckin’ five. How else you’d call that? We’re wolves. We sleep together for warmth. I feel like you’re unsafe that far from us in sum…other barrack.” Gaz says. It’s really cute to see him so caring about you.
“It’s instinct, lass. Stick together, share the heat, stay safe in winter. They don’t get that you’re not a wolf.” Price explains. He scratches his thigh, looking for a moment to go smoke. He doesn’t smoke in his barracks, even through a window - doesn’t want yellow walls.
Soap shrugs. “She’s pure knackered, why wouldnae she crash wi’ us? Gaz’s been batterin’ me baws the past few nights — a lass between us wouldnae hurt.”
"I kicked yer balls on purpose." Gaz gruffs out. "You fuckin' get hard against my arse, it's fuckin' weird."
“Plump arse. Hard dick. Ain’t weird.”
"Sleep with us tonight for our sake." Price asked you.
You do end up between them that night. Simon's tail stopped thumping at around 2am when he finally passed out, face pressed against your neck. Gaz made sure to tangle up his legs with yours, probably to distract himself from Soap behind him. Price joined in last, after two cigars. Being the leader of a pack that just got their newest addition to sleep with them was so exciting, he smoked two cigars and knocked himself out behind Simon.
So yes, whatever breed you might be, there's no saving you from social cuddles or whatever wolves have going on now.
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