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PriceGaz Weekend 2026

A survey on the potential PriceGaz Weekend 2026, its scheduling and themes.

Created a survey for the PriceGaz weekend event, go take a look!

[karlachismylife]

Moonlight ripples

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Day seven: Night

Since that's my seventh and final piece for this lil' event, I just wanna thank @pricegazweek for running this week and giving us all a platform for loving on one of the (if not THE) most tragic, complex, loaded and fucking beautiful ships in COD MW. I love PriceGaz despite the loads of hurt they carry (in my eyes, at least), and I needed this push to be brave and finally write about them. I hope I did (and will keep doing) them justice and managed to bring some fluff and horniness into the space that's full of bittersweet yearning, doom and bleeding love (and so much more).

CW: AU where Gaz is the moon and Price is the sea

and if there are ghoap hidden somewhere in the tale, you'll forgive me for it

Night washes over the sky like a surf does with the shore, slowly stealing the dryness of the day away, wave by wave, feathery foam of clouds dusting over the edges of the way. Warm sun rolls off behind the horizon and takes its yellow and orange with it, leaving the ocean to cool off and shake the dusk drowsiness off its broad shoulders.

The sea takes deep breaths, inhaling cool night air and breathing out salty mist that snakes up the liquid sand. He steps out of the tide, white foam in his hair, water rolling down his broad chest, steps of a titan guiding the sea up the shore in a repetative dance.

The moon leans down from the sky, beckoning the waves and reaching for the rising tide. His locks, adorned with silver beads, hang low, swaying in the wind, his eyes gleam brighter than any star, gaze of a celestial body watching over the same dance.

The ocean has been here since the beginning of world. He stayed in deep slumber, the cradle of life in his palms of a giant - and it was a silver circle of light rippling in the uneven canvas of the sea that awakened it. Young and curious, the moon called for him - and he listened, standing up and reaching for the outstretched palm from the sky.

Someone as eternal as the ocean doesn't know shame of falling in love so easily - he doesn't know to be flustered about the ease with which a newborn moon bent him to his will, doesn't know how to feel silly for responding to the call of silver bells in the moon's dark hair every night. Someone as elusive as the moon doesn't know shame of toying with the ocean's heart - he doesn't know to be humble about the power the sea entrusted him with, doesn't know how to tame his passion for the deep rumbling waves.

Kyle steps down from the sky, letting his bare feet drown in the runny sand, ankle bracelet made of falling stars shining through the thin veil. John meets him halfway, pulled in by the foce no thing in the universe can defy, and the surf he brings washes over their feet, tickling skin with bubbling foam. They kiss - it tastes like wet salty rocks, they look into each other's eyes - there's the inexplicably bright darkness in Kyle's and the shimmering watery deppth in John's, they intertwine their fingers - and the nightly date begins.

John offers Kyle ivory white pearls in his open palm - little moons he grows under his watchful eye, a dedication of life to his love. Kyle takes them, smiling with his pearly teeth shining in the night, and puts his locks through the big ones, blowing smallest off his hand into the sky to become new stars. He combs through John's hair, sprinkling white glitter over the grey of foam, and trails his fingers down John's chest, leaving a shimmering moon path on his body. John smiles - corners of his eyes crinkling into tiny windy waves - and pulls Kyle's hand to walk along the shore.

They talk of the things the other one can't see - Kyle tells of the secrets behind the sky's veil, the cold emptiness and vastness of space, littered with blazing hot suns, John tells of the mysteries in the ocean's depth, the mirky darkness and pressure of ravines, inhabited by skull-faced creatures. Kyle laughs like falling silver coins, John chuckles like rustling waves hitting a rock.

When they decide to rest, Kyle sits down on a rough boulder and John kneels at his feet, hugging around his knees and leaning against his thigh. His lips gaze Kyle's skin, and Kyle caresses his hair, singing to him in the sky's tongue. It's when he teases John with his toes, pinching and pushing that a sudden wave crashes into the rock, splattering Kyle with cold water and washing him off into the wet sand. He falls - with silver jingling and a heavy thud, and laughs, pulling John down with him by his sturdy neck.

Waves and moonlight mix and swirl around them as they kiss, smiling like two gods in love - and when the sky calls to start a new day, they retreat without saying goodbye, because the moon will always be there to reach down for the sea.

[karlachismylife]

Strawberry foam

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Day six: Fantasy

I asked my comrades to give me additional prompts and they gave me: massage, strawberry, jacuzzi/hot tub.

CW: suggestive, kinda dirty talk, thus NSFW (MDNI)

"What's your status, Gaz?"

"Like a depressed pig in mud, sir. No movement."

"Aye, well, stay sharp, Sergeant. No movement on my end either, but tha' can change rather quickly, yeah? We'll get ya cleaned up afterwards."

"Gonna scrub my back, sir?"

Kyle hears a snort, distorted by the shitty sound in comms, and smiles into his rifle's scope. He wasn't kidding about feeling like a pig in mud - weather conditions turned the slopes they were supposed to have this stakeout at into a greasy mudbath, so that after crawling around for just thirty minutes the need in a ghillie suit disappeared entirely. With every passing minute Gaz can feel cold, liquid, slippery and squelchy mud seeping deeper into his clothes, and he's pretty sure that the few more sturdy and steady rocky bits he placed his rifle on are slowly drowning in this shit. At least it smells like wet clay and not like...

"Don't needa hear your fantazies over the comms, Garrick. Keep the channels clean."

Price's hushed voice sends shivers down Kyle's spine - or maybe it's the nasty Russian summer chill, and he shrugs it off his shoulders without tearing his eyes off the target - or the lack of such. He can clearly hear his Captain smirking, so he pushes his luck again.

"I don't know, sir, feelin' kinda filthy today. Drippin' wet, even."

"Dirty boy, are ya? Too bad. Bath isn't on the schedule till the end of the mission. Over."

They probably both cringe a little - all in good fun, and Kyle sighs, getting back to the enthralling task of doing jack shit. He doesn't get antsy like Soap before the lad locks in, but his mind is wandering - especially because he started suspecting something since the hour two of stalking the empty warehouse up ahead.

"Sir." He waits for Price's quiet "wot" in his earpiece and sighs with extra flair. "The intel was dogshit, wasn't it?"

"You're not getting out of this jus' because ya got bored, Sergeant."

"Ya can't blame me, sir. I don't even have a nice view of your arse this time."

Price clears his throat on the other end and Kyle realizes - John in his turn must have a decent view of his arse, covered in shit, leaves and sticks. Must be fuckin' nice staying on the upper, drier land further back.

"So it's not me who's filthy, eh, sir?" He muses and gets half a mind to wiggle his butt for Price, but the slightest movement causes the pit his body indented in the diarrhea-like soil to make a pornigraphic squelching noise, and Kyle groans in a hushed voice. "For fuck's sake... don't tell me you're not fantasizing about a bath yourself, sir. Or a shower, at least."

At this point Gaz expects Price to get serious and shut him up for good - there's only so much joking complaining his Captain will take over the comms before he deems it too distracting; but to his surprise John sighs wistfully and relents. Probably agrees deep down that the intel was shit, but his stubbornness is too strong.

"A proper hot tub, Sergeant. With massage jets. Go big or go home."

"Mm, fuck, and some fragrant foam," Kyle doesn't mean to practically moan into his mic, but the thought of putting his cold, stiff back against a pressured stream of hot water is too enticing. Even without imagining Price sitting across, wet fur clinging to his chest and arms resting on the tub... "Like a strawberry scent, what do ya say, sir? Or better, actual strawberries on a plate right there... with a nice strawberry shake, too..."

"Gettin' pregnancy cravings already, Kyle?"

The answer rolls off his tongue fast - and obvious.

"Negative, sir. Haven't been bred in a while, ya see."

Price chokes on the other end of the comms and grunts, then Gaz finally hears his rifle supports fold.

"Olrigh', cheeky. Get your arse up here, I'm gettin' us outta here. There's no way these fuckers show up, intel's shite."

Gaz takes off his place in an instant, crawling back to John like a lizard on speed, then getting up and crouch-rushing. He gets to Price and wipes the mix of grime, paint and mud off his face, dripping the shit sludge down his legs. John senses there's some demand coming his way by the sheer look of those big brown eyes, guilting him with no words uttered yet.

"If ya get us that hot tub, I won't say "I told ya so", sir."

Cheeky git. How can John ever say no to tha'?

[karlachismylife]

Muddy waters

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Day five: Reunion

I do like my wordplay and trying to do the unexpected with prompts if you haven't noticed yet. Reunion is also the name of a French region island to the east of Madagascar. I have never been there, I only watched some photos and videos, took a lot of artistic liberties and do not mean to offend. I also asked comrades for additional prompts and they gave me: thermal baths, binoculars, no underwear :D And I absolutely am forcing my long hair Gaz agenda on everyone.

CW: NSFW (MDNI), blowjob

There's a steady layered white noise of several waterfalls rumbling over the rocky mountain area. Wet mist spreads above the surface of the water, tiny droplets suspended in the air floating from the spot where big streams roll down the slope and hit one of the small ponds. There are no other people to disturb them - lucky timing; only birdsongs and wind rustling in the rich flora adding muffled notes to the main symphony of peace. Up here, at the Thermes de Cilaos, it's easy to forget they have some other life to return to eventually - time warps here, making it feel like they have always lived here like the weridest pair of island deities.

They've spent enough time here already so that Price doesn't need to be wrestled into rest: finally convinced to relax, he's lazing about in a lounge chair, wrapped in a towel around his waist, a cool drink, a book and comically sticking out military binoculars by his side. He brought it for birdwatching, he said, when Kyle's eyebrows shot up with a sly smile at the sight of the rather advanced optics - and, true to his word, he actually uses it to look for the source of some rather melodic chirping coming from somewhere around the upper parts of the lush green landscape, blue eyes slowly trailing along the further bank, attentive and curious.

It's not his fault Kyle's form gets in the way.

Gaz is standing under the slow, heavy waterfall with his head tilted up to catch clear cool splashes onto his face, probably both aware and unaware of the heavenly sight that he is. His dark hair that has quite grown since the start of their leave is already shrinking, soaked with fresh moisture, coiling into tight rich curls glistening with tiny diamonds of droplets covering them. Water runs down his body, wrapping around every curve of his sculpted form, rolling off strong shoulders and splashing in the natural dip of his spine right above his arse.

His absolutely, shamelessly bare arse, notices Price through his binoculars.

Despite all his experience in covert operations and disguise John does a shit job at covering up his ogling, because Kyle notices him, when he opens his eyes and wipes water off his face, and flashes him a charming grin, turning around in an effortlessly model-like pose, showing off the shaped curve of his hip and V-line that guides Price and his very obvious lenses to Garrick's perfect prick half-submerged into warm water of the thermal bath. Gaz knows what he's doing - from where he's standing, he watches two reflective circles of the lenses lower slightly, and splashes water around his waist, hiding his bare body in the whirlwind of white bubbles.

Finally, John puts his binoculars down and grumbles something under his nose, making a show out of putting it aside and leaning back to avoid Garrick's sly gaze. Too late, though: over the rumbling and hissing of the falling water he hears splashing come closer and closer to him, until a shadow falls over his sightly reddened despite all the efforts of their strongest sunscreen face.

"Saw something you like, sir?" asks Kyle, squinting at John with an amused smile. His voice murmrs like he's a part of the water system, and large droplets gliding down his smooth skin and getting caught in dark hair only add to the illusion of Price getting visited by some kind of hot spring spirit.

A mischievious spirit, must be added, since Gaz flips his hair and splatters his Captain with water that seems cool after frying in the sun for too long.

"Ya're a muppet," grumbles Price, opening one eye and scrunching his face before wiping it down with his hand. Kyle laughs - standing there without a shy bone in his body, proudly showing off his limp dick with thick black curls around its base, spreading up his stomach and down his thighs. It's a mouthwatering sight - difficult to resist when Gaz stand so close; even more difficult, when Kyle notices the dreamy, sun-dazed look in John's eyes and gets a good glance at his spread out body, thick and hairy, displayed for his enjoyment - and starts to get hard.

He bites his lip, still unashamed by the way his admiration and desire shine through so easily, and leans in, getting caught halfway in a greedy, heated kiss by Price. He strokes through the lush beard and lets his hand slide down to John's tits, squeezing and kneading soft pecs, Price's skin so overheated from tanning that Kyle's wet fingers seem cool and make his nipples harden almost instantly.

"Gettin' all excited, eh?" he chuckles and gets immediately bitten on his lower lip in revenge. John strokes his side and gets a grip on his thigh, admiting the thick, dense muscle and the way Kyle's skin still dips under his touch despite all the firmness and strength of his form. It doesn't take long for him to slide his palm further, between Garrick's legs, cupping his balls and tasting a shaky breath in their drawn out kiss as confirmation that he has an effect on his Sergeant no less significant.

Before Kyle has a chance to run his hand down Price's hairy belly and palm his hard-on, John sits up with a grunt and sinks down to his knees on the grassy floor. He squirms a little, finding a comfortable position, and it goes straight to Garrick's head, making him visibly twitch as he runs his hand over John's hair, his own falling around his face in an angelic manner. Price chuckles, noticing it, and gives a vein running on the underside Kyle's dick a teasing kiss.

"Ah, shit," Gaz sucks in fresh, moist mountain air and lets his eyes droop, watching John lazily nuzzle up to his already fully hard cock. His beard feels ticklish on the tender skin of Kyle's innner thighs and hip crease, lips soft and as warm as the water in the thermes, so when Gaz finally sinks into the wetness of his mouth it feels like walking into the muddy waters again.

Price takes his time sucking Gaz off. He starts slowly, gliding his lips along the shaft and lapping at the soft skin, tasting that weird, almost exquisite mixture of natural musk and minerals dissolved in the water. When the saltiness of Kyle's precum overtakes, though, he finally hollows his cheeks and swallows deeper - Gaz almost feels his knees buckle when he hits the back of Price's spasming throat. He finds purchase on the backrest of the lounge chair hastly and lets loud, guttoral moans spill from his lips, eyebrows raised and eyes closed shut, as John tortures him with pleasure.

Price caresses Kyle's sack with his rough fingers, teasing his seam and pressing into the sensitive spot with this thumb, and this, along with another deep gulp of his contracting throat around Garrick's tip, makes Gaz spill, stumbling and laughing through another filthy moan as he damn near falls over. Kyle pulls out, preventing Price from choking on his load, and wipes what's spilled off his beard and stache with a shaky hand.

At least when they go for a little swim together it all gets washed away in the already muddy waters of the thermes.

[karlachismylife]

In the long run

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Day four: Long distance

I swear I'll finish all of the prompts even if exams eat me alive.

CW: NSFW (Price has a lot of Thoughts watching Gaz running laps)

Early morning is gentle with those who dragged themselves to the training grounds outside. Sun isn't scorching yet, just quietly drying the slippery dew to help avoid injuries, fresh breeze isn't choked out by the smells of overheating tarmac and transportation exhausts yet, sky is softly powdered with feathery clouds. The air is cool and tangible on bare skin and ready to fill lungs like a mountain creek fills spongy soil, feeding lush greenery.

Yet both Price and Gaz are burning up.

Rubber surface springs under Kyle's running shoes on each step. He's doing his laps, testing his endurance on the long distances with additional weights, and has already several kilometers behind his back. There's a familiar slightly metal taste in his throat from the increased blood pressure, a scratchy burn in his calves and sticky sweat on his skin, coming out hot and liquid and drying in the headwind into a thin film. Exercising keeps his head clear, anxiety and thousands of pressuring thoughts often clouding his mind incinerated in the heat his body generates into the world with every flex of his muscles - and it reflects on his face, peaceful with a hint of a smile even, despite the scorching exhaustion.

For Price it's the complete opposite. Standing outside with a simmering cigar in hand, relaxed and groggy after another almost sleepless night that left him with barely any power to generate thoughts, he catches sight of Gaz running and immediately gets stuck with his eyes glued to the lean figure. Kyle is full of springy, tight strength, coiled in the firm muscles, each one taut and perfectly elastic. Rather slow pace he chose for the long distance run allows Price to see it all in detail: he watches Garrick's sculpted thighs flex and jiggle from the impact of his steps and feels his mind sink to his gutter almost against his will.

Kyle is perfect. Wite sleeveless top with large dark stains of sweat soaked through clings to his chest so tight that John wonders how it's still in one piece; his skin is glowing with sunlight bouncing off sweaty curves of his shoulders, weights taped around his ankles somehow turn into beaded cuffs and bracelets instead of boring pieces of equipment - all thanks to Kyle's effortless beauty. John wets his lips with a little tobacco crumb stuck to them and imagines himself tearing these weights off with his teeth, Garrick's perfect legs resting on his shoulders in a bent position that shows off incredible landscape of his back and inner thighs.

This short 25th frame turns out to be the gateway drug for the rest of unsavory thoughts that flood Price's mind with little to no resistance from him as he shamelessly ogles his Sergeant on his morning run. When Kyle raises his arm to wipe sweat off his forehead and flashes dark armpit hair, John gulps, vividly remembering that same sight from another angle, with Garrick panting above him, lean arms resting against the headboard of the creaking bed to support his hip movements. This emphasizes the elegant shape of his pec lined with a neat curve down from his arm, peeking from the tank top just enough to remind Price of the generous squshy meat there - John's fingers twitch instinctively, wanting to latch onto Kyle's chest and knead it, brushing his thumbs over the firm nipples and dark dusting of hairs slick with sweat.

He wants - no, he needs to pull Gaz in his lap, get a posessive grip on his perfect arse, sliding up under his shorts to cope a feel directly; needs to feel Kyle's thighs squeezing his own in an effort to grind desperately and get some relief on the desire pent up in the evident bulge in his crotch; needs to kiss Garrick until their lungs burn like after thirty kilometers of running, tasting salty sweat soaking Kyle's moustache. His Sergeant feels like a tight new gun of his favourite model in hand: precision, comfort and the right amount of stubborness that distinguishes him from a more compliant, older arm - and Price is fully leashed by this almost-tamed strength.

Passing his Captain for the third time, Gaz finally notices the way Price stares at him - a heavy, heady gaze, full of promise of big rough hands smelling of cigars running up and down his arching back and firm, demanding kisses of lips that no one knows are the softest - and slows down to send John a wink.

"Help me with stretches after this, sir?" he asks cheekily, turning to run backwards - anything to see the effect his mischief takes on Price.

"You're playing with fire, Sergeant," grumbles John into his beard, trying to discreetly adjust himself. "Don't make me wait or the burn from laps will be the least of your worries."

They both know Gaz would never be late.

[halfadiamond]

PriceGaz but it’s their wedding night

CW: MDNI, sex (blowjob, riding, doggy style)

PriceGaz who finally get married after dating for quite a while. It takes a near death experience from Gaz to realize, he can’t die yet not without him and Price sharing a last name. They discuss it long and hard but eventually settle on keeping both last names and being Garrick-Price.

PriceGaz who get married somewhere small. They only invite those close to them to the wedding, they don’t need people who they’ve barely met there. Tonight it’s about celebrating them and their love.

PriceGaz who finally head off to a hotel for their wedding night and don’t waste anytime in their first night as husbands. They’re quick in removing each others suits and getting into the bed.

Gaz who’s quick in giving Price a blowjob. Even though Price has received many blowjobs during their relationship, he finds this one to be the passionate one, maybe it’s because this time he can call Kyle his husband.

Price sees how eager Gaz is, Gaz licks at the slit and watches as pre-cum comes out and he’s quick to spread it around Price’s cock. Gaz does everything he can to make Price feel good. Gaz goes down on Price’s cock and enjoys hearing Price moan before moving on because the show barely started.

Gaz who normally lets Price take the lead but for tonight, he wants to take care of Price. Gaz (who had already prepped himself, but Price doesn’t need to know that) who slowly lowers down and sees how Price’s attention is on how Gaz’s ass is slowly taking his cock. Gaz who takes a few seconds to just enjoy the feeling, slowly begins to ride Price with his tempo slowly increasing as he sees how receptive Price is to him. Before the pair know it, the hotel room is just filled with the men’s moans and groans and the bed creaking.

Price who makes sure to give Gaz some love as his fingers trail around Gaz’s chest. He makes sure to praise and compliment Gaz, who’s leaving his own marks on Price’s chest through the form of scratches. Now he can finally call Gaz, his husband, and he makes sure to repeat it especially when he’s taking Gaz from behind. He’s enjoying hearing Gaz moan out his name especially how much louder he gets when he hears Price call him his husband.

PriceGaz who go through several rounds (and into different positions) before they finally call it a night. They’re too tired to shower, so they settle on using the wet wipes that they conveniently placed next to the nightstand. PriceGaz who lay together, all snuggled up in the covers, and they slowly fall asleep.

PriceGaz who at the end of it, agree that this night will be one that they will always remember.

The poor hotel employee who sees that the couple that just checked out broke the bed: 😨

Haven’t written smut in like awhile so 😪

[pricegazweek]

Today is the final day of PriceGaz week but I will be checking the #PriceGazWeek2025 tag for the next couple weeks if someone wants to make a late entry. The ao3 collection will also be open during that time!

Thank you everyone who participated in this week!

[halfadiamond]

PriceGaz but it’s fantasy

*small hint of Ghoap in the end! Small mention of PriceGaz making out at the end ☺️.*

Price who’s the head knight for the Garrick royal family. He’s strong and agile, but he’s also a soft man who works on ensuring that his whole team is happy with their job. He reckons that he has a good couple years left in the knighthood before he can retire and live in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere.

Gaz who’s the heir to the throne. He’s a beautiful prince, in Price’s opinion, he’s got eyes that remind Price of the night sky but he’d never admit it to Gaz. Gaz who’s often around Price because he calls it, wanting to know who he can trust to protect this kingdom.

Price who swears to keep a professional relationship with the heir. Gaz is bound to have to find a Queen and produce his own heir, and he’s sure that Kyle isn’t interested in men. He’ll be Gaz’s trusty right hand man, and protect him from everything that’s enough to make Price happy. Gaz who notices Price’s wandering eyes and takes the time to notice Price as well, he finds himself looking at Price like how he should look at his future wife but it doesn’t scare him in the slightest.

Price who keeps swearing to keep duty away from love and that the heir wouldn’t want a knight. But when he finds himself with Gaz in a secluded part of the castle, making out with Gaz, where the men’s tongues are desperate to remember each other’s taste. He can’t find himself to care about their statuses.

Ghoap who were also going to go and make out, walk in on PriceGaz: 😨