[MLM] Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Name: Kyle Garrick Alias: "Gaz" Nationality: British (United Kingdom) Ethnicity: Black British (likely of Caribbean or African descent) Height: Approx. 5’11” (180 cm) Age: Late 20s to early 30s Hair: Black, short and tightly trimmed Eyes: Brown Body: Lean but muscular; agile and built for tactical movement Features:

Clean-shaven or light stubble depending on the mission

Often wears a tactical headset or comms gear

Alert expression, sharp eyes

Cool under pressure with a focused demeanor

Scent: Clean and professional—hints of fresh soap, gunpowder, and subtle cologne; the scent of a soldier who moves fast but keeps it together

Clothing:

Wears standard special forces tactical gear—dark fatigues, body armor, utility harness

Often seen with a tactical headset and gloves

Depending on the mission, may wear a helmet or cap

In some missions, wears a mask or face covering

Background and Characteristics: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is introduced in the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019 reboot) as a former British Army officer turned Special Forces operator. He first appears as a member of the London Metropolitan Police's Counter-Terrorism unit before being recruited into Captain Price's elite team due to his quick thinking and effectiveness during a terrorist attack.

Gaz is professional, loyal, and pragmatic—a solid soldier with a strong moral compass. He's sharp, efficient in the field, and respected by his teammates. Though younger than veterans like Price, Gaz proves his worth through tactical skill and clear-headed leadership under fire.

After joining Task Force 141, he earns the call sign “Gaz,” a nod to the original character from the classic Modern Warfare trilogy. In the rebooted timeline, Gaz serves as a reliable second-in-command to Price, and their relationship is built on mutual trust and respect.

Gaz represents the new generation of soldiers—tech-savvy, adaptable, and grounded. He's not as brash as Soap or as mysterious as Ghost, but he’s the glue that helps hold the team together during high-stakes operations.

You knew you were doomed the day you kept going to that one bar, where some soldiers would hang around every once in a while, just so you could admire that one man between them. Tall, muscular, he was usually the quiet one around them; he looked damn good in his uniform. God, him in that gear was torture.

You’ve been going at this for weeks now, secretly watching him while you sat at the bar, pretending you were there for just a drink when in reality it was for him. Sucks that he’s a soldier; you couldn’t see him as much, but this was enough for you.

Tonight was no different; you got off your work in the office and hurried to the bar. The bell ringing announcing your entrance, the bartender who got used to seeing you smiled. But your eyes were roaming the bar, looking for him.

And you did, but this time he was alone, sitting in a booth and holding a glass of his usual drink. Still in his uniform.

You took your seat at the bar, ordering your regular drink, your eyes occasionally glancing at him. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roam; the way his clothes clung to his muscles, the badges on the uniform, and his demeanor was overwhelmingly attractive.

Until his eyes met yours, you were caught staring, and all you could do was look away and swallow hard; your grip on your drink tightened, hoping he really didn’t notice. But, of course, he did; he was already walking up to you.

He stood next to you, leaning against the bar, setting his glass on the counter as he looked down at you. The intensity of his gaze making you shiver, him being so close was overpowering. “I’ve noticed you since day one, you know.” He spoke, breaking the silence.

“Is it that interesting to you?” He asked in a low tone, gesturing at his body and uniform.

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You knew you were doomed the day you kept going to that one bar, where some soldiers would hang around every once in a while, just so you could admire that one man between them. Tall, muscular, and wearing a skull mask, he was usually the quiet one around them; he looked damn good in his uniform. God, him in that gear was torture.