Proper Gear, Questionable Use

𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 | 𝙏𝙁141 | 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣: 𝙂𝙖𝙯 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 141 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧. 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 141 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

𝖮𝗂, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝖪𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖦𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖦𝖺𝗓 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 141 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇?

𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾:

𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖤𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗁 (𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅) 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍…

𝖫𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 18𝗌, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 (𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍) 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽? 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋.

— 𝗍 𝖺 𝗀 𝗅 𝗂 𝗌 𝗍

#𝗀𝖺𝗓.𝗍𝗑𝗍 - 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌

#𝗀𝖺𝗓.𝗀𝖺𝖻𝗌 - 𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀

#𝗀𝖺𝗓.𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗌 - 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗍𝖼

— 𝗋 𝗎 𝗅 𝖾 𝗌

𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝖨 𝖻𝗈𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖨’𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖮𝖢𝗑𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗑𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 @genderdotexe 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 141 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖪𝗒𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 141. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇.

[akariot]

hello , how have you been ? i don't want to intrude or offened or anything but do you know why gaz is so offline these days ? [ i am kinda worried-]

have a nice day 🌟

I killed him.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

And on the third day he rose again- I'm alright! Was just away on an op 😊

[akariot]

I could blow up and these people would still be asking me if you’re okay.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

They just know we're good friends so of course they'd come to you

[sgtkgazgarrick]

how many shots to sleep with graves?

hehe hi k :3

There is no alcohol strong enough on this Earth to make me kiss those thin lips.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

favourite film? or book?

Have to say Mrs.Doubtfire, or anything with Robin Williams in it.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

remember to not falll off a helicopter again

Ha, yeah. Cheers

[akariot]

hello , how have you been ? i don't want to intrude or offened or anything but do you know why gaz is so offline these days ? [ i am kinda worried-]

have a nice day 🌟

I killed him.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

And on the third day he rose again- I'm alright! Was just away on an op 😊

[sgtkgazgarrick]

@cmdr-graves for the url thing :3

My Opinion on @cmdr-graves

Character in general: Graves my beloathed. He’s such a great character that gets under my skin, and had a great backstabbing arc.

How they play them: You write him spectacularly! Perfectly in character with a little twist of personality that makes him feel really believable. 10/10 love to read and seethe

The Mun: Such a cool person! I’d love to yap with you some more about anything and everything. I just have scary dog syndrome and I don’t mean to aaaaa

Do I:

Rp with them: Not yet

Want to rp with them: Yes absolutely! Please and thank you

Overall Opinion:

[boysnsplinters-blog]

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: How they play them: The Mun:

Do I:

RP with them: Want to RP with them: 

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[sgtkgazgarrick]

tehheeheeee :333

oh kyle… how many shots would it take for you to sleep with crow?

Ahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa look at Crow, look at me, look at Crow again. I would need at least four shots and a cigarette before remotely convincing myself I’m in the running to sleep with Crow. Then after that? Boom imposter syndrome because again look at that man, look at me, and look at him again.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

how many shots to sleep with ghost

May alcohol poisoning take me away—

I can’t sleep with a married man are you mental or wishing death upon me???

[sgtkgazgarrick]

How many shots, Kyle? 😌

Stone cold sober c’mere 😘

[akariot]

I’m coming pretty boy 😈

[sgtkgazgarrick]

How many shots, Kyle? 😌

Stone cold sober c’mere 😘

[prettythought]

Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

[sgtkgazgarrick]

Here take the yummy box of chocolate that nobody can have but you. 🙂 Nobody but you. 🤗 love you sergeant, night night! ✨

Time to speed eat the box-

[sgtkgazgarrick]

hello sir new annon here names bubbles. 🫧

Welcome in Bubbles!

[sgtkgazgarrick]

‘The best West England has to offer’ Crow muses where he’s trapped between the bar and a mass of lively bodies.

That is to say that the nightclub’s defining feature is its unappetising but cheap drinks. And its music which booms loudly enough that the bass line can be felt even through the thick platform of Crow’s boots.

The air is heavy, plagued with alcohol and vape smoke and whatever other substances. And Crow happily chokes on it with a wide (and lopsided) grin while he casts a hazy glance to Gaz.

Their company, wherever Judas may be, has slipped from both of their sights. Crow drunkenly remembers briefly searching for him before ordering another drink for himself and Gaz.

So if he just so happens to get a one-on-one conversation with Gaz, let it be so… “This is fun!” Crow yells over the music. His grin somehow grows wider, teeth flashing in the dimly coloured lights. It’s a smile that always seems to come so naturally in Gaz’s presence.

“We need ta go out more often. No point keeping ourselves stuck on base when we’ve got fuck all ta do.”

"No kidding," Gaz replies in a tongue-in-cheek fashion, a little waggle of his brow thrown Crow's way. Gaz wasn't a stranger to the club scene, having a few fond run-ins during the evening as it was. Seems he was a social butterfly with a hodgepodge of social circles; maybe one day he'll share how he came to know each one. Tonight, though, all he cared for was drinks, dancing, and damn good company. Jude had already eloped, a commonplace that didn't have Gaz stressing out like he used to in the earlier days. Having Crow around was nice, though; it allowed him a little tether for the evening in his more daring choice of style. Usually, that would be Jude, and Gaz would have had enough drinks in his system to brave the night on his own. Tonight, however, things were just a tad ahead of schedule. "This beats the barracks any day. Next round on me, but it comes with a price. No more being a wallflower, we are not about to be the kind to just stiff the dancefloor." We. As in he and Crow dance. Gaz eyes the clear liquid in his glass, half full, and mulls its contents over. It was brief, the contemplation before he knocked it back. Gin, nice and neat. Not so sweet, though, pulling the muscles in his face into regret and forcing an exhale from his lungs to soothe the heat that pooled within them. "Christ on a cross, shit burns-" He allows the tingling washing over his nervous system to find an outlet in letting his feet carry him to the dancefloor, not without taking hold of Crow by the forearm first. The beat already has Gaz captivated, encouraging him to burrow into the throngs of bodies to a spot of the dancefloor that has just enough clearance for them both to dance as they saw fit. The black crop top was an apt choice, seeing as he usually ran cold. Yet amongst the heat of clubgoers, it provided ample airflow. His hat has long since been turned backwards, adding to the laidback vibe of low-hanging black cargo pants and a decommissioned pair of black combat boots. The wallet chain on his right hip swayed with the tempo, body language carefree in the pursuit of what felt right to his hips.

[akariot]

One time I convinced Kyle when we first met that all Americans have to say the pledge before they eat and made him join us for dinner until Price found out. He didn’t talk to me for two weeks after.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

Had me reciting rubbish with my whole chest, trying to make you feel welcome. Never doing that again 🙄

[akariot]

You know I love you, Gullible Gaz.

[sgtkgazgarrick]

Yeah yeah okay, love making a fool out of me.