#pricegaz

[coffincoitus]

two characters: flirty banter, clearly getting off on the power dynamics between them

people who are scared of going to hell for masturbating: he loves him like a son

me, hauving covid: can he call him that while they fuck

[bluegiragi]

pricegaz, but set in the aforementioned indulgent hunter au

early access + nsfw on patreon

[s3rrrpentine]

sparring... playing? 🤼‍♂️💥💥

pups & tanks :3

for COD Hybrid Week 2026 on bsky <3

[bluebdger]

he's recruiting for the 141

[superhoeva]

price and gaz are a mind-spinning duo.

the younger man pressing your back to his chest while your legs hang over his arms. cradling your form and shushing your cries with little coos and soft kisses onto your shoulder. keeping you from squirming when the flat of price’s fingers smack into your pussy. hands spreading your lips to swipe his tongue over your folds between each spank. he’s been edging you with a cruel smirk for what feels like eternity, kyle the only thing keeping you from melting into a puddle of tears.

“doin’ so good, luvie,” gaz promises, nudging his bulge against you for a little relief. huffing at the beads of pre cum he can feel drooling out of his tip already.

“she is, isn’t she? just a few more, then gaz’ll fuck this pretty puss here nice ‘n slow,” john tells you, reaching to wipe one of your tears. he licks it from his thumb before smushing the pad of the digit against your clit just to see you writhe some more. “then. i’ll take the rear and stuff your ass. just like last time, hm? remember how good you said that felt?”

you bob your head with an eager nod and kyle grins, pecking your ear–licking at the lobe a little before suckling the skin just beneath. your chest heaves at the thought of taking both of them. cocks railing into you as you cream around them for dear life.“good. just a few more’a these,” price spanks you again, and you whimper with a head thrown into the man behind you. “‘n we’ll get right to it, dove…”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[silverlullabies]

My predictions for MW4

Gaz’s new boyfriend Ghost beating the shit out of his former manipulative and abusive ex Price

[pricegazagegap]

ok we joke a lot about gaz's and soap's tight knuckled horny pining, but what if it's price and ghost commiserating in their shared desire for their unattainable sergeants? and they're pervy about it, texting privately and vaguely about the things they want to do to their sergeants. sharing discreet pictures even.

price sends ghost a blurry picture of a young man in tight, tiny shorts, bending over in the gym, with a text that reads, "he's trying to give me a heart attack". ghost only knows it's gaz by context. and bc he's seen him in those shorts before.

he sends equally inappropriate pics of soap. he texts price with a, "nearly lost my cool", accompanied by a faceless pic of soap wearing a soaking wet, white shirt.

it escalates into them sending pictures of each other's boys, as a helpful treat. "saw your boy this morning," ghost texts one day, with a picture of gaz standing in the mess hall, wearing an oversized jumper. he's smiling off to the side, looking sleepy and soft.

price's heart skips a beat like he's a fucking teenager with a crush. the things he'd do to that lad if he could... but then he pauses. something about ghost sending him this pisses him off. he looks at the picture again. this is a little too personal. why did ghost snap that picture, specifically? he grinds his teeth, thump hovering over his screen.

this game he and ghost play has always been strictly impersonal. no faces, no identifiable marks. and now ghost has a picture of gaz looking like that on his phone. how many other pictures like does he have saved? does he look at them after he's sent them to price? it's a fruitless thing to be worked up about. that knowledge only pisses him off further.

next time he sees soap, price tells him, "hey, c'mere a second." he urges the sergeant into his office, tells him a bullshit story about losing a pen between the wall and the sofa. asks if soap can't get it for him (his back aches and all). soap huffs a laugh, but shoots him a playful salute before kneeling on the cushions and bending over the back of the sofa to retrieve the pen. price takes his chance and snaps a picture, nearly laughing out loud at how stupid this is.

he thanks soap for his service, dismissing him, and immediately shoots the picture to ghost. "saw your boy bending over my sofa this evening," he types and hits send.

price sits back in his chair, satisfied knowing he's infected ghost with the same infuriating fire now burning in his own veins.

[rawme-price]

The concept of kyle being oddly obsessed with prices kid....

He convinces himself it's because he likes you, that his horrible obsession is just messy love. Kyle notices the similar behaviors between you and price because he's a good boyfriend who pays attention to you, that's all.

Not because he's desperately looking for his captain in everything you do. Though you don't look like price, the way you speak, the way you move is so alike. When kyle fucks you, head tucked into your shoulder, he doesn't wonder if fucking price would be the same. He doesn't imagine the familiar smell of price or his voice, not at all.

Because kyle can't love his captain. He can't have anything more than a professional relationship, so he goes for the next best thing. At least it gets him closer to the person he really wants, 'family' dinners and holidays spent together.

He loves you, he really does, he just...loves price more.