It takes Ghost no time at all to figure out that Gaz feels uncomfortable in his body. It's the way he flinches around the eyes when Price calls him a good man, the microsecond of hesitation before he enters a locker room. It's his careful avoidance of mirrors.
"Garrick," it calls, pulling Kyle from the door to the lockers. "Wi' me."
Ghost leads him down a service hall and around a corner, to a little storage room its claimed for itself. There's a bench and a half-wall of tall lockers.
"Far right is mine," Ghost tells him. "C'n 'ave the one next to it. Rest is f' the custodians, but they respect a locked door."
Gaz's face is pinched, the way it gets when he's miffed but biting his tongue. His eyes scan everything, before he says, "No shower."
"Service sink." Ghost points to the opposite corner from the door. "'s not perfect. But. It's better than bein' around all those... people."
"You don't like being perceived."
"Not as a man, no."
Gaz's eyes snap up to the mask. "No? How should you be perceived?"
"'m a weapon."
"Ah."
"'n you?" Ghost cocks its head, examines Gaz's closed off expression. "Not a weapon, then?"
They hold eye contact for a long moment, and the corner of Gaz's mouth tips up. "No. Not a weapon. I'm, ah... a woman."
Ghost takes a short moment to think. Nods. Points to her. "She." Points to itself. "It." He circles his finger in the air. "Our lockers, yeah?"
And Gaz's shoulders drop. She smiles. "Yeah, Ghost. Ours."
There’s nothing sluttier on this planet than a trans guy in some dumb baggy shorts and a shirt with a trimmed bottom that shows off his happy trail. Like oh my god. Fucking salivating at the idea of it, cause goddamn. Especially if he’s commando? The two of you will be hanging out, and he’s somehow got his legs up and it’s just the perfect angle to see hairy pussy.
I saw a comic with trans Gaz about it once, that shit changed my life forever. Gooood. Like bitch hairy pussy in some basketball shorts is hot as FUCK ‼️‼️ with some cute briefs, or maybe a thong that digs between his pussy lips so you can see the way they’ve swollen up on testosterone ..
Hairy gaz pussy, and he’s soooo embarrassed cause he thinks it’s not pretty and you literally suck him off till his little t dick is swollen and sensitive . Crying as his cum is dripping all over your chin, soaking the mattress below you two. You’ve got his stupid basketball shorts around his ankles in the air, a 6’0 man brought to trembling orgasm over and over with your mouth and fingers!!!!!!!!
And you’re super late to hanging out with ghost and soap but you arrive with a big satisfied grin and Gaz looks like he can barely think with how swollen and sensitive his cunt is now. And soap verbally pouts and whines about how you never suck on his cunt, that it’s not fair! And ghost doesn’t say a word- just dragging you to the bathroom instead and making you suck his own t dick.
Baby call me George cause goddamn I love the BUSH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
Hggg gaz and ghost would look soooo cute grinding their little cocks against each other. I just know gas tops that big fucking lug, he’s a really sweet dom and Simon can NOT handle or fight sweetie pie doms.
I would be on my knees for a gorgeous 6’0 soldier baddie
Or like Trans!Price (people alr do soap and ghost and I’m in love)
Big burly masc woman ughhh
Either genderbend or transition IDC I LOVE WOMEN <3
My dude.... What the fuck??
Are you IN my Drafts?? I have an MtF Gaz Draft I need to finish sitting there, what the fuckkk??
Just for you I'll finish it.
Kyle sighed as he checked all over his bathroom yet again to no avail. He somehow had lost his fucking razor.
And now he couldn't shave his face. The stubble on his chin and upper lip already bugging him as he pulled his shirt on, and slipped his belt through the loops.
He headed out to the kitchen, blinking for a second at the fact that soap was sitting on the counter, while yammering at Ghost, who was making tea.
But he just accepted it, it wasn't that odd in the scheme of things. “Any of you have a spare razor? I've somehow lost mine.” he pulled a face.
Soap cackled. “How the fuck ye lose a razor mate? Anyways, is it really a big deal ta have a little stubble for a minute? We ain't rookies anymore.”
Kyle grimaced. It wasn't a big deal, it shouldn't be, but it annoyed him, just knowing he had the stubble, it felt wrong, and it was itchy.
He knew if he grew it out it would stop being so itchy, but the idea of a beard? … No
“Eh.. it's not the biggest deal.. but I just prefer it.. you know?”
Soap nodded, looking up from where he was poking Simon with a spoon.
“Fair ‘nough, second drawer down next ta me sink, don't look in the first drawer unless ye want sex toys.”
Kyle fake gagged “Eww TMI Johnny!”
“Oh come on, ye have walked in on me suckin-”
“SHUSHHH!!”
Kyle flopped against Simon, it had been a long mission and he was exhausted.
The other man didn't give a shit, just wrapping an arm round Kyle's shoulders, rubbing his back.
He glanced up, eyes fixing on Simons long lashes. “...Why the hell are your lashes so long? You look like you have extensions”
The lieutenant huffed a laugh. “They just are, it's a bit annoying really. Don't like em much.”
Don't like em?
Kyle could not see for the life of him why Simon wouldn't want the pretty lashes.“I'd kill ta have lashes like that.”
Soap smirked, elbowing Kyle in the side. “Ohhh Garrick wants ta be a pretty Princess~ with his big batty lashes~”
Kyle shoved soap back, sticking out his tongue “Come of it Johnny! They just look nice, okay? I don't want to be a princess.
Kyle snickered being dragged through the shop to the dress isles. He lost a bet with Johnny and had to get a dress and heels.
To be fair, he hadn't tried that hard to win. He was curious, sue him. And this way he had an excuse and didn't have to buy it himself.
“Ohh reckon you'd look stunning in a sexyy red ky” Johnny teased before turning around with a feral grin “Sundresses!”
Kyle blinked, not too sure what sundresses were, but he was pretty sure they were they swishy spinny ones.
Either way he was gonna find out because his mate was dragging him there, fast.
When they arrived, miraculously not running into anyone, Kyle turned around taking in all the dresses. They were the swishy spinny ones.
And so pretty. God he was jealous of women getting to wear these.
They got all the cool stuff. Pretty nails. No beard, make up, dresses, heels, nice hair styles.
He shook his head, turning his attention back to the dresses “Wanna pick me one? can't decide”
The scot immediately grabbed a dress, shoving it in Kyle's hands. “This. Go change now”
Kyle laughed, batting away the hands pushing him. “Okay okay, I'm goingg” He snorted hurrying off to the change rooms.
He shut the door with a sigh, staring in the mirror.
He was never a fan of his body. It wasn't that he hated it, but didn't like it either.
Sure he knew that he was considered in prime shape, but it didn't make him like his body more. His muscles were considered hot, but they felt to blocky and masculine.
The only part he actually likes was what he got teased about. Men in the army liked to tease him about his small feminine waist.
But he liked it.
Johnny liked to call it a grabbable waist and it made Kyle flush everytime.
Aesthetically, his body would just look so much nicer if he had tits. He shook his head, slipping the dress over his head.
Oh.
They looked… pretty. So so pretty. The deep greens of the dress complimenting their deep skin.
Their hair was still braided back, they wished it was longer, but the current style made them look more fem.
The dress looked so right, looking like it was made to fit. Made their body less boxy emphasised the curves, almost made it look like they had tits.
They spun in a circle watching the fabric flow of satisfyingly. It felt so good and right. They looked like a girl, and didn't care. In fact looking like a girl was much better then looking like a boy.
Fuck.
She gave a sharp intake of breath.
She wasn't a boy.
Great time to realise this, in a change room in a dress, which her mate waiting outside. Tears welled in her eyes. Fuck fuck fuck.
This was so bad. Would Price even accept? Would she lose her boyfriend? Lose the team?
She buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply. It was okay, she just had to calm down. They never had to know.
She wiped her eyes, taking the dress off and putting it in the bag before getting dressed again.
Johnny, the observant fuck, immediately realised something was wrong. “Kyle? You good man? You're looking all depressed now and you're quite”
…Kyle… nodded slowly brain churning for an excuse. She couldn't exactly say, ‘Oh I realised I'm a woman.'
“Just tired. Dunno why we choose to do this right after a mission. All the tired hit, I need a nap.”Johnny believed the excuse, or if he didn't, he didn't push.
He grabbed the bag with the dress, paying for it before passing it back. “Y’gotta show me that dress on ye later tho,deal?” Kyle nodded with a soft laugh “Deal”
That night Kyle curled up on her bed, staring at the dress, still folded neatly up, she needed to talk to someone.
She couldn't just sit here sadly staring at the dress. She needed to have someone know, someone to… probably cry at.
She sighed, standing up, and walking out to the kitchen, grabbing Simons arm “..I need you… like.. now”
The man blinked at her tilting his head but nodded, standing up
“Is it urgent?” Simon asked, following her to her room.
Kyle just shrugged awkwardly tugging Simon into her room. “kinda sorta… a crisis”
The lieutenant, nodded, sitting on Kyle's bed, and looking at her excpectantly.
“I think I'm a girl!”. Kyle blurted out staring at Simon desperately watching his reaction.
“Huh. Okay then. She/her pronouns then?” Just like that? No freaking out? No… talking, no confusion?
Thought I'd share some of the writing I've done for the Rosie AU! The plan is to post a fully formed fic (written together with @narcissosbythepool) to AO3 eventually, but I've also written some snippets here and there which I'll start sharing here too.
Words: 988
Tags (also at the bottom): Trans Gaz, Implied trans pregnancy, mention of c-section and just pure fluff :)
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“I can’t stop looking at her,“ John mutters, and while his voice still sounds gravelly, it’s also the softest Kyle has ever heard him.
His partner is sitting on the edge of Kyle’s hospital bed, and he’s been holding and looking at their newborn for well over ten minutes now.
“She’s pretty cute, isn’t she?” Kyle confirms, a smile pulling on his lips as he quietly observes the wonder in John’s eyes. It still hasn’t faded since he first laid eyes on their baby over 24 hours ago.
“We did that,” John says, then turns and looks at him, his eyes so impossibly soft, “You did that.”
Kyle grins, despite the pain and exhaustion currently still coursing through his body. “Damn right, I did.”
John chokes on a laugh, then gently shushes Rosie who makes a soft sound of disagreement at the sudden movement. “Ever the humble one,” he chuckles at Kyle, then asks, “How are you feeling?”
Kyle shrugs. “Remember that guy who sliced you up in Latvia?” John’s eyes narrow but he nods anyway. “Like that, but with less emergency staples and no infection.”
Despite his current pain level, the well-performed c-section stands low on his list of worst injuries ever. He’s dealt with much worse and he knows he’ll be due for new painkillers soon anyway.
“Hmm, unpleasant,” John confirms. He looks down at Rosie, who is starting to become a little fussy. They’ll have to feed her again soon. “Do you wanna hold her?”
“Yeah,” Kyle says, holding out his arms. They’ve been feeling empty ever since he was forced to get some rest earlier and had to let her go. John carefully maneuvers Rosie into his hold, making sure to support her head just as Dotty has shown him. It makes Kyle’s heart do funny things to see him being so gentle with their baby.
When she’s held securely in his arms again, Kyle looks down and can’t help but marvel at her. She’s so innocent and small. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, “how are you so tiny? You felt much bigger while I was lugging you around inside me.”
John snorts, then gives him a disapproving look. “Don’t swear around her.”
“Sure, captain ‘bloody hell, I have a kid now’” Kyle returns, dropping his voice in an imitation of John’s and they both chuckle.
“Glad to see you’re feeling good enough to make fun of me again,” John mutters, standing up and adjusting Kyle's pillows so he can sit up a little better. The movement pulls on Kyle’s stitches, but he ignores it. A nurse will probably come by soon anyway, with painkillers for him and formula for Rosie.
John takes his seat again on the chair next to the bed once Kyle is comfortable. Rosie seems to have settled too, for now, only letting out small huffs as she sleeps.
Very gently Kyle strokes a finger over her downy hair. It’s so soft that he loses himself a bit in just feeling her warm weight in his arms and her silky little curls under his fingertips until the sound of a phone chiming several times in a row makes him look up.
“Who’s that?” he asks curiously, as John grabs for his phone and unlocks it.
John squints at the messages. “Kate’s demanding more pictures of Rosie,” he grunts.
“So she’s not mad at us anymore?” Kyle snorts, vibrant memories of the less-than-pleasant conversations they’d had with her unwillingly coming back to him. She was happy for them too, but she’d definitely let them know how much of a hassle they had caused for her.
“Hnngg debatable,” John grumbles, “I think she’s still quite pissed about you rushing her administration by four weeks.”
“Like that’s my fault-“ Kyle argues.
John gives him an amused look. “You could have sent her a little more warning than just a blurry photo of the hospital.”
“Yeah okay fair,” Kyle huffs, “Though in my defense, I wasn’t thinking very clearly at the time. And it was pretty funny to see her reaction.”
“For you maybe,” John says, his tone suddenly more serious, “You scared us all shitless.”
Kyle sighs, readjusting Rosie a little in his arms. John is right. If it hadn’t been for his sister’s quick handling, things might have gone very differently. They’re lucky that despite the emergency c-section, there seem to be no further complications so far. For him or Rosie.
“I was scared pretty shitless too,” Kyle says softly, then adds, “still am actually.”
He looks up and when he meets John’s eyes he can see understanding in it.
“Me too,” John admits, then reaches out a hand, “But we’re in this together, eh?”
Kyle takes the offered hand and holds on to it, his other still supporting Rosie. He blames the hormones for the tears that slowly make their way down his cheeks.
“We better write our own field manual,” he sniffs, “Cause I have no idea what we’re doing.”
John squeezes his hand, and Kyle can see how his partner’s eyes are now watery too. “In my experience, manuals go out the window anyway as soon as the action starts,” John jokes, though his voice is rough again.
Kyle chuckles wetly. “I suppose we are pretty good at improvising.”
John lets go of his hand and Kyle mourns the loss for a second until John offers him a tissue instead. Then his partner gets up from the chair and moves back to sitting on the mattress. Kyle gratefully leans into the contact it provides.
“Bloody right, we are,” John says, reaching out and stroking Rosie’s cheek.
“What happened to no swearing?” Kyle jokes, watching in fascination as she blinks open her eyes for a moment and lets out a happy sigh. Even though Kyle knows she can’t see much yet he swears she looks right up at her da, who laughs fondly.
