A/n: So uhm hi!!! First Gen Kill Fic.. to all of you who have requests sent in, I see them and I am slowly, but surely, working on them. I just needed to get this out and this is entirely self indulgent. I don't even have a masterlist for this fandom yet..
Also, this fandom is criminally underrated?? Like, insanely so. I think there's a max of 20 x reader fics for GK.
Everything started when you climbed out of your humvee, feeling a massive headache.
You stumbled a little, feeling disoriented while your world spun. One of your squad members inquired if everything was fine, which you assured it was. You were just dizzy and had a headache, nothing major that some ibuprofen wouldn't fix. You'd just go see Doc later.
From there it snowballed. Your whole body felt hot, but you were used to it. The uniforms you wore were big and bulky, no wonder they were hot.
But this was different, and you could sense it. Even if you didn't dwell on it much.
Another wave of nausea hit you, causing you to suddenly double over, vomiting on the ground.
A few soldiers nearby watched this unfold, and one of your team members approached, “are you alright?”
You nodded feebly, wiping your mouth and panting slightly. Slowly, you straightened yourself upright, facing your concerned squad member, “Yeah, I'm fine.”
After that, you walked away.
Only, you weren't fine. You made it only a few steps before your ears started ringing and everything began spinning. Your world tilted on its axis, and before you knew it, you were fainting, plummeting to the ground.
When you wake, your whole body aches. You groan, reluctantly peeling your eyes open.
Some object casts shade over you, which feels wonderful against your boiling skin. Though, you noted that you also felt oddly light. A quick check and you noticed you were free of your vest and accessories.
A wave of panic floods over you, prompting you to shoot upright.
“Woah!” Someone cries, pressing a firm hand against your chest and easing you back down, “You're fine! And, not so fast, Sergeant.”
A wave of nausea hits you, prompting a groan while you screw your eyes shut. When you open them again, you make eye contact with none other than Doc Bryan. His eyes reveal that he's unamused and what looks to be a bit of annoyance– typical. The Doc presses the back of his hand to your forehead, not letting anything show on his face if there is something wrong.
“You've caught heat stroke,” he says to you, averting his gaze to reach around on his belt until he finally frees his canteen. He unscrews the cap and slowly lowers it to your head, helping you sit up slightly. Tilting the canteen slightly, he lets you drink freely.
He lets you drink for a few more minutes, watching you in silence. “Sarg’, you ought to know better,” he chides once you've finished, sighing roughly and giving you a very pointed frown. “You’re too careless”
“Am I careless?" you asked, smirking slightly, "or do I just want an excuse to see you?"
Doc Bryan looks up at your words, his eyes, which had become slightly concerned narrowed to show his displeasure. Eventually, he sighs, “You don't need a reason to come see me.”
Humming, you nod a little, “even if I'm not injured?”
He nods, “Especially if that involves getting injured.”
You smile at him, and he smiles back. Now, your condition truly was an accident on your part, but for your sake and his, you'd really make an increased effort to stay out of any more accidents.
authors note: thank you so much for the request!! it has definitely motivated me to actually start writing stuff lol!! I hope this isn’t too bad. enjoy reading! x
published: 27 - JULY - 2025
tags: @subjectcaw
- Theres definitely mixed reactions, depending on the guy.
- For example, I think Brad would actually be pretty accepting of the decision.
- I feel like he’s the type to be training his kid at home before they even go to bootcamp 😭
- He would definitely tell them exactly how it is. All the bad things about the Marine Corps, and all the good things.
- But if it was his DAUGHTER joining instead… I think the reaction would be a little different.
- Not to say he isn’t proud! But I think he would be more hesitant. Scared almost. (He wouldn’t show it though. After all he is the Iceman)
- I mean, he knows how rowdy Marines can be (cmon, he was one of them), and the thought of his daughter surrounded by them 24/7 makes him worry.
- He definitely pictured his daughter being surrounded by marines exactly like Ray, and that’s why it worried him.
- But once he calms himself, and realises that his kid is passionate about wanting to be Marine, he will be a very supportive and proud dad.
- Now Nate I think would instantly be like “No way are you doing this.”
- Instantly, every bad outcome is going to his head.
- He doesn’t want his kid being in possible danger all the time!
- No matter if its his son or daughter, he will still try and change their mind.
- But once he realises that he can’t, he will slowly just accept the fact that his son/daughter had turned out just like him.
- Wanting to be a big, strong Marine. And in the end, he’s so very proud.
- Lets see, Ray I think would just be glad that his son/daughter didn’t join the Air Force instead 💀
- The mention of the Marine Corps would probably trigger him to start telling all of his stories from when he was a Marine.
- I think he would be pretty laid back about it if it was his son joining.
- It’s not until his kid is actually sent to bootcamp that it finally hits him.
- The realisation that his kid is in the position he was once in, makes him freak out a bit.
- His daughter joining on the other hand, he’s not so chill about.
- He is scared of letting his daughter go be with dirty minded, immature Marines that could possibly put her in danger.
- But he knows that he can’t control the decisions his kid makes. All he can do is support them, and be by them when they get home. That was all he needed when he was a marine himself.
- Straight up, Doc does not approve of his son/daughter joining and immediately gives them a long lecture on all the negative aspects.
- His kid obviously won’t like his disapproval, but all he is thinking about is the fact that they could easily get injured out there and he wouldn’t be there to patch them up.
- He tries and tries to talk his son/daughter out of it, but it doesn’t work.
- He will try to keep in contact as much as possible through letters, but he understands how hard it is to find time to reply.
- In the end, all he can do is hope nothing bad happens, and check over them when they get home.
- As soon as the news hits, Rudy is making a list of everything his son/daughter should pack for bootcamp.
- He will remind his kid to exercise in any free time, and try to eat as healthy as possible (but he knows all about the food there, and how it’s definitely not apart of his diet)
- I think he would be too worried about training and preparing his kid before they are sent off, then worrying about the fact that they have joined the Marine Corps.
- Once his son/daughter is sent off, the realisation finally hits him, and he really starts to get sad.
- Any spare time he has, he’s writing to his kid to make sure they’re doing okay and keeping as fit and healthy as possible.
Drawing in a deep breath to keep your hand from shaking, you focused all your attention on the laceration you were treating. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was beside the woman's eye and you had to be careful not to cause any further damage.
When you and Doc Bryan had set up a quick and dirty medical station in the village, civilians had flocked to you within minutes, crying out for medical attention or even things like water and food. It was moments like these that truly made you feel like the marines were actually making a difference.
"Bryan, have you got any steri strips in your bag?" you asked. "I've got to close this wound."
"Let me check." Bryan reached into his medical bag and sifted around before pulling out the strips. "Here."
When the strips appeared over your shoulder, you took them with a thankful nod. Bryan then bent over behind you, head hovering just over your right shoulder as he watched you work; the two of you were always observing each other, eager to learn techniques the other possessed.
"I think if you-" Bryan's soft voice in your ear was cut off when you pressed the strip down right where he was pointing. "Yeah, that should hold until she can get to an actual hospital."
"If she can get to an actual hospital," you corrected.
"Yeah." He sighed. "If."
Once the wound was cleaned and closed up, you sent the mother on her way and decided to take a quick break before sending the next patient in. In the meantime, Bryan had settled back into his seat and a small boy no older than 10 had approached him.
You smiled into the water bottle you were drinking from as Bryan handled the child with care, gently guiding him into the chair across from his and carefully examining the scrapes on his elbows and knees.
"That's it, you're gonna be okay," Bryan whispered words of encouragement despite knowing the child most likely had no idea what he was saying. "I'll just take a quick look, okay?"
When he looked at the kid expectantly, the boy gave an enthusiastic nod and smiled. Bryan smiled back, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with the genuine reaction. It had been a while since you had seen him smile like that.
"Need a hand?" You offered your water to Bryan after he had finished cleansing the scrapes the best he could.
"I think I'll be okay." He took the water from you. "Thanks."
Wanting to get through as many patients as possible before the order eventually came to move out again, you summoned the next citizen in line. After treating a couple of minor cuts, you looked over to see Bryan finally sending the little boy in his way with a couple of bandages around his limbs and a water bottle in his hands.
Some people might consider it a waste of time to spend so much time treating one single patient, but you greatly admired the way Bryan was able to slow down his care and focus on making his patients comfortable—even in the middle of an actual war zone.
As he exhaled slowly, a look of relief spread across Bryan's face. That was when he caught you staring and that wide smile from before returned. "What?" He cocked a brow at you. "Something on my face?"
"No, no." You waved him off and busied yourself with tidying up your workspace. "It's nothing."
"Well, it must have been something." He stood up and began to help you clean. "We've worked together too long now for me not to know when something's on your mind."
You chuckled softly. "I just like watching you work with kids. You have a way with the little ones. That's all."
"You're just as good with kids as I am," he told you. "I would know. I watch you work with them all the time."
"Oh, so you watch me work all the time?" you teased.
Bryan's face flushed. "What, that's not what I-" He laughed. "I'm sorry, who just caught who staring?"
"Guilty as charged." You held your hands up in surrender. "It's okay if you watch me work. I'm very good at my job. Kind of a miracle worker, if you will."
Bryan laughed again; this time a deeper, richer sound erupted from his core. "I will not."
"Shame." You smirked. As you and Bryan finished cleaning and got ready for the next patients, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. "Do you plan on having kids of your own?"
Bryan narrowed his eyes at you. "That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think? At least buy me dinner first before we start discussing children."
"Oh, my God." You shook your head. "You know what? Forget I asked."
You heard Bryan chuckle under his breath as the two of you waved for the next civilians in line to enter the small medical tent. While you treated a young girl for a split lip and missing teeth, Bryan assessed a small boy's possibly broken arm.
"I've always pictured myself as a father," he said out of the blue, deciding to answer your earlier inquiry. "But it's hard to think about settling down and having kids while still in the marines. I couldn't live with myself if I was an absent father."
You hummed. "So quit the marines."
"You know as well as I do that's easier said than done."
"Very true." You sat back in your chair and wiped the sweat from your brow. "Quite the dilemma."
"Yeah" He kept his eyes trained on the boy's arm. "What about you?"
You took a few moments to think about that while you irrigated the girl's mouth. "Maybe someday, if I find the right person. I'm just sort of playing it by ear right now."
"Fair enough. And what does 'the right person' look like to you?"
You smirked as you sent the girl on her way and removed your gloves. "Well, for starters, they'd have to be good with kids."
Bryan nodded. "Obviously."
"They'd have to understand my line of work."
"A must."
"Preferably they'd be in the exact same line of work, actually."
"Oh?" He finally looked up at you, an expecting glint in his eyes.
"And finally ..." you paused, "... they'd have to believe I was a miracle worker."
Bryan's face fell for a split second before that same winning smile returned. "Hate to break it to you, but you might die alone."
"Maybe." You shrugged and shared a knowing look with him. "Or maybe not."
Hello! I'm so glad to have stumbled on your blog! I'd like to request anything for Doc Bryan of GenKill please. I can and will wait forever for any Doc content 😅 I saw your prompt list and I think
1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.
would suit him quite well HAHA but prompt number 3 and prompt number 9 would be quite sweet too 😁 anyway, anything you write I will gratefully read and love. Thanks so much!
Life Vest (Doc Bryan x GN!Reader)
Requested by: anon
Prompt: #1 - I fucking hate everyone. But you, you're the only person I don't hate.
Summary: You're a Corpsman with the Recon Marines, working alongside doc Bryan. After one tough afternoon, you two finally (somewhat ;)) talk.
Taglist: in my bio
Warnings: child's death although it doesn't actually happen in this fic
A/N: I don't study medicine so I might have fucked up some facts about certain things so apologies if I did. Thank you for your request!
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With every passing second, more and more locals are appearing, surrounding the group of Marines in the middle of some Iraqi town almost none of them know how to actually pronounce. From behind the cornerns of ruins of old buildings, out of the beaten doors of houses that hadn't been bombed yet, from small huts, children, women, men of all ages are coming to see what is happening.
The small area is slowly getting too crowded to have it under control and Lt. Fick is pacing around the scene unfolding before his eyes with apparent unease. US Marines are stationed around the place, but all of them know it is not enough.
Fick waves his left hand and within a second he has Brad Colbert by his side, awaiting orders.
"Get Bryan and Y/N out of there. We can't handle this anymore. We need to be Oscar Mike ASAP."
Brad only nods and he's already pushing his way through the crowd that seems to be made of concrete rather than people, as the young soldier struggles to advance forward.
In the centre of it all, kneeling on the ground, with blood soaked into the sand, are the two exhausted Corpsmen.
"The children are going to die here." Bryan states matter-of-factly without even looking up, while he's bandaging the young boy who can't be more than seven years old.
You know that but the words still send a chill down your spine, but you continue working too, without the apparent pointlessness of the reality to stop you.
You always know the facts after observing the situation, just like Bryan does, but you've never been able to announce it with such distance and certain cold even, even though you know it is necessary.
Robert Timothy Bryan is a straightforward man, a trait useful in the Corps and you've learned over the time to report the situation to your superior officers, but you still lack that sort of Bryaness and you probably always will.
You allow yourself to steal a glance at him. He's concentrated at the work before him, as he always is, the look of focus in his eyes more visible than ever. His face doesn't show any other emotion much, but you know he's exhausted beyond words, physically and mentally, although he would never admit to that out loud.
You come back to the little boy under your arms. He has two fractured ribs, that are causing him great pain but you are simply unable to do anything about it, he has one bad scratch on his left arm and a deep cut on his thigh - there is no serious bleeding and it is apparent that it must have been some time since he got wounded.
You cut off a part of his trousers to get a better access to the wound and you immediately notice the bloody spots and bruises.
You pick up your gaze to look at Bryan to find him already staring at you. You both know what this means, there is no need to say it out loud.
You look back down at the little boy, there are tears in his brown eyes and suddenly there's a lump in your throat. You desperately want to help the kid, but no matter what you do, nothing will be enough. The blood poisoning will kill him, you don't know when, he has only some hours to live tops, if he's lucky, and so far his fate has played a cruel game with him.
Then his little hand reaches for yours and you instinctively squeeze it. You hear in the background some voice saying something, you don't know what, you're too caught up in the moment that suddenly nothing matters anymore and the eyes of the boy make you question if this is really your war, if it really isn't your presence that will got him killed eventually.
In your peripheral vision you catch Bryan standing up and patting someone on the shoulder but you stop paying attention to that right away.
The boy is saying something now you don't understand but you just know he's begging you to help him. And you can't.
"I know," you hear yourself say, "I know and I'm sorry."
Useless words. Empty. Meaningless.
A woman kneels down before you, scooping the boy in her arms. His hand falls out of yours and it breaks your heart. He looks just like the woman, both of them with deep brown eyes, soft features, thick brown hair.
She nods. An understanding.
You wouldn't be able to tell her that her son will die in her arms, probably tonight.
There is a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly.
"We have to go," Bryan is whispering into your ear, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You lean into his touch for comfort and you convince yourself it is everything you need in order to pull yourself together.
You don't look at the boy anymore. You can't. You stand up to follow your fellow Corpsman and without any warning, he reaches behind himself for your hand. He grabs it to not lose you in the crowd.
And you hold onto it like it's a life vest. Perhaps it is everything you need to pull through this war, perhaps he is.
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Later that day, when you stop for the night, you can't sleep. You can see those helpless eyes of that boy every time you close your eyes.
This, most definitely, is not your first encounter with wounded locals you couldn't save, as it is not your last, but this one stays with you, no matter how much you fight it.
"Good work today, Y/N," you can hear Bryan's voice behind you. He sits on the ground next to you, shoulders and knees touching, and finally his affection towards you surprises you. You were too caught up in those moments before to notice how much he actually looks after you.
"If you say so," you respond, not sharing his opinion. You feel like you failed today.
"I know so," he counters, nudging you softly with his side. You finally smile.
You wait for him to bring up the boy incident but he doesn't speak one word of it and you're more than grateful. You couldn't talk about it if you tried. Maybe in a few years, but not today, and Bryan knows this, even if you don't.
"You're awfully nice to me lately," you decide to keep the conversation going, turning your head to look at him for just a moment.
He chuckles at that, a sound you haven't heard enough and could easily get drunk on. "I'm nice to everyone."
You burst out laughing at his answer, as all those cold stares and snarky comments of his come to your mind.
He joins in, smiling. "That felt wrong just to say it."
"Tell me about it."
"I just-" he surpises you when he continues, "I just fucking hate everyone."
You stop laughing and your heart drops a little but Bryan is still talking. "But you? You're the only person I don't hate."
You're so caught off guard that you can't find anything to say back to that as your own capibility to talk fails you. The words hang above you both, you savour the feeling because you finally don't feel so alone in the vast world.
Something clicks in you when he says those words and you're smiling now, you couldn't stop smiling if you wanted to.
You grab his hand and squeeze it, you don't let go of him, you can't now.
"I don't hate you too," you finally respond and you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling now too.
▸ Generally rougher with sexual intimacy than our other boys. But that comes from this man being rough around the edges in combat. In civilian life. In bed.
▸ His favourite positions are doggy-style and reverse cowgirl.
Doggy-style allows him to pound into you without hurting you. The slapping of skin against skin. Your lustful moans as he thrusts deep inside you. The urge (and he will!) grip your hair and pull you back up to him so your back is flushed against his chest. Holding your hair in place and roughly kissing you.
Reverse cowgirl because he knows you can watch yourself bouncing up and down on him in the mirror, and that mental image becomes his Combat Jack fantasy. Plus he loves watching your ass pound down on him.
▸ Loves it when you wear dresses because it’s easy access for kitchen quickies.
▸ Has a relatively high sex drive and slight kinky side to him.
▸ Curses and dirty talks a lot during sex. Prepared to hear those growls of dirty words in your ear.
▸ He’s still very respectful. If you need to stop, he’ll stop. If you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell him. He won’t ever get pissed off at anything.
▸ Blowjobs? Yes. He will never say no to, and will deep-throat you if you let him.
▸ Despite the many rough fucks he gives you, he does know how to be gentle. He can make sweet, passionate love to you.
▸ But making love to you will still come with him teasing you with his fingers and tongue, and making you orgasm at least twice before he actually sinks deep within you.
▸ He loves watching you come apart beneath him. He never lets himself finish until you’ve orgasmed first and then he’ll let himself go.
▸ He loves all kind of sex; morning sex, shower sex, kitchen quickies, 2 minute quickies in general, sex in front of the mirror…
▸ He’s a bit different when it comes to you giving him a handjob. Particularly when he’s soaking in the bath or not expecting it. It feels far more intimate to him than realises (lowkey commitment-phobe). But he does allow you to get him off and ends up thrusting in your hand, gasping softly, lips brushing against your ear.
▸ He's a gentle rough fuck-er. If that makes sense. He’s rough but he’s still gentle with you. Makes sure you know you’re safe with him. Makes sure to discreetly check in with you. Watch for signs of discomfort (but he can easily miss this if he’s in the moment, so you need to tell him).
▸ Rough little praises of “That’s my girl.” (“Boy” “[other gender neutral term]”)
▸ He's a biter. You’re a scratcher. You both leave your marks on one another and you love it.
Don’t draw blood from him, that won’t end well. But creating nail indentations in his skin or leaving him with red marks is perfectly fine.
▸ The best moment for him is when he’s starting off gently with you. Teasing. Edging. He has you withering, whimpering, begging…And he loves it when you beg… but then he flips you over and the pace changes into something hot and primal.
▸ The gif where he's servicing his rifle? Those fingers wrapped around and pumping his own personal rifle... he has no shame in doing so and moaning out your name. Knows if you over hear, it'll get you hot and bothered and he gets to deal with a horny you later -wink-
▸He's more of an ass-man than a boobs/chest-man. Always grabbing at your booty.
▸ I honestly promise he does stop and be more gentler; especially in times where you just need him to make love. But he favours fun 'n' rough over slow 'n' soft.
|| I...am not happy with these...I might revisit it later but for now...I hope it'll do. Gotta remember he's a Navy boy on loan to the Marines... and those navy folk are....something else. Sexually -wink-
You want something more smutty 'n' softer? Stay tuned for Doc x Grace. Soft smut coming up. Eventually.
let’s be real, we all have a toxic trait. every relationship has it’s ups and downs, and people’s negative traits play a big role in fights between couples. it’s not going to be perfect all the time, and that’s okay. a friend from another fandom inspired me to write this, so hope you enjoy it! 💗 also i’m too lazy to write for a bunch of them, so you get a select few.
- [ DOC BRYAN ]
Tim is an angry man, and the smallest things can set him off. This extreme anger can end up hurdling you both headfirst into a screaming match. He’s cruel when he’s pissed off, and he has absolutely no regard for your feelings. Instead, he chooses to say things that he knows will cut deep simply so that he can win the argument. He closes himself off and bottles every emotion up, leaving no room for you to help him. Eventually, he’ll reach a point where he can’t bottle up his emotions anymore. This prompts him to snap, meaning a fight can occur out of nowhere. He expects you to realize his faults and forgive him for his outbursts instantly, no matter what horrible things he said during the argument.
- [ BRAD COLBERT ]
Brad is insecure, and he overanalyzes every interaction you have with another male. His insecurity runs deep in his system, especially after his ex-fiancée left him. He spends every waking moment reading into every word you say, so sometimes he takes things the wrong way. If he thinks you’re going to leave him or even gets the slightest inkling that you’ve lost interest, Brad shuts you out. He does this to protect his heart, attempting to spare his feelings in case you DO decide to leave him. This new persona is cold, unwavering, and distant; the perfect example of the Iceman. He doesn’t understand why he should allow you to hang out with that other man, he doesn’t trust him at all. Can’t you just see that he’s just looking out for your relationship. He knows he’s “a bit” possessive, but he believes that it’s for your own good.
- [ NATE FICK ]
Nate is cold and calculated to a fault. He can easily disassociate, almost like he has a switch in his brain that allows him to turn off all emotions. He’s incredibly stubborn, so getting him to warm up to you again can be quite the challenge. Nate expects you to know exactly where his boundaries are, and he does not want to be pushed past them. Pushing him too far often results in him becoming cold again. If you don’t try and break down these new barriers he’s set between the two of you, his iciness will end your relationship.
- [ WALT HASSER ]
Walt is passive to a fault. He’d rather just avoid conflict, no matter how thick the tension is. In his eyes, if he doesn’t address the problem, then there’s no problem in the first place. If you do discuss the issue, it’s similar to you talking to a brick wall. He listens to what you’re saying and attempts to correct what he’s doing wrong, but he doesn’t want to talk about his feelings or problems. He also won’t do anything that would potentially upset someone else, which means he won’t block any girls that are trying to get with him. And if you bring it up to him that it makes you uncomfortable and try to argue with him? He’ll just ignore you.
- [ RAY PERSON ]
Ray says the wrong things at the wrong time. You could be having the worst day of your life, and he’d try to cheer you up by using offensive humor. He has few coping skills and fails to recognize that not everyone wants to brush off their pain with humor, so he has the bad habit of trying to comfort you by making jokes when you’re upset. More often then not, these jokes send you over the edge, and Ray will be left completely confused as to why you were so furious with him.
- [ RUDY REYES ]
Rudy accidentally pokes fun at your insecurities. Rudy will often point out if you’re gaining weight, and he doesn’t even know that it might be hurtful. He always tells you if something about your presentation is off, which can be helpful at times. However, it’s usually hurtful, and it can be hard to bring up to him. Once he realizes his mistake, his whole day will be ruined because of the weight of his guilt. He’ll spend a lot of time overthinking what he says. It makes the atmosphere around you two carry an air of uncertainty to it.
- [ JAMES TROMBLEY ]
James is oblivious. He doesn’t notice when you’re upset, especially if you’re good at faking it. You need to tell him straight up how you feel at all times because this man cannot understand social cues to save his life. No matter how obvious it is that something is wrong, he won’t know unless someone says it to his face. The whole world could know that you were having a bad day except for James. You could be yelling at him, and he still wouldn’t know.
