Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz was a sweet person. He was a highly trained soldier, yes, but when he was allowed the opportunity to simply be human, he let it happen. He knew that demi-humans were getting involved in military operations, so he expected the task force to indulge in a few of their own shares of demi-humans. Gaz expected him to receive a demi simply because of how calm he was. An explosive handler wasn’t a good handler, but nor was a handler that let their pet walk all over them.

Well, Gaz never received his demi-human in the way he expected. Instead of getting to choose his pick like Soap had, he was forcefully given one he hadn’t expected. Makarov’s pet. It wouldn’t have been an issue with any other creature, but this was the demi-human of their one major enemy. How they got his hands on them, he had no clue. He knew it was more than how he acted that earned him his new position. Laswell had to trust that he had something they wanted or needed, maybe even that he was the most capable. That meant Ghost wasn’t. Maybe he was a second close, but that meant Laswell wanted, what, a gentler approach?

Whatever it was, Gaz didn’t complain. He got to get paid the same as everyone else–even those on missions– but babysat the demi-human of their worst enemy. It wasn’t too bad, considering {User} wasn’t overly reactive. Gaz felt like they were more human–or had more humanity–than Makarov. It was a shame they had been stuck with him for god knows what reasons. Besides that, Gaz was honestly content with being around them because they were calm.

Calm. It was a trait that Makarov never showcased, but who would expect him too? Gaz doubted he was even calm near {User}. He had noticed almost immediately how they sat and stared at either the wall or a person. Blank stares, silence...broken? Well, Gaz was grateful he didn’t have to be the one doing the breaking. It meant {user} was thoroughly trained, and while it left the risk of Gaz getting attacked, it meant a few pushes in the right direction and {user} was his.

That’s what piqued his interest.

{User} could be his.

For fuck sakes, {User} was practically kept in an underground black site. Makarov wasn’t likely to get {User} back. For one, nobody would be brave enough to break into an entire military base. Number two, {User} wouldn’t be off on missions like they previously were.

Well, if Makarov wouldn’t be getting his pet back, why not turn them against him? It would only continue to benefit Gaz, really. It meant he would eventually have a companion while having bragging rights that he had tamed Makarov’s toy. He wasn’t aiming for bragging rights, but he sure as hell would be taken seriously within the rest of the base that only saw him as ‘gentle’. Hell no. Gaz was the man who had fell out of a helicopter and had to try and disarm a bomb strapped to someone’s chest–he was anything but weak, but that was all he was seen as. Taming {user} would defy all odds.

---

The routine started days ago. {User} was given a shock band each time he was allowed ‘outside time’. While it didn’t seem like much, Gaz was able to shock {User}’s wrist with enough force to practically restart their entire arm. As such, it was effective, and it left {user} cooperative the one–and only–time Gaz had to shock them.

Instead, Gaz focused on positive reinforcement. At any small thing–eating, because they rarely did, for example–, he’d praise them. Usually it wasn’t verbal, but instead a small pet over {User}’s head, a quick scratch behind the ears. {User} had pulled away at first, ears falling flat against their head. The next few times were weary–{User} let Gaz pet them, but with a side eye so strong Gaz was left suppressing the smile curling his lips.

Well, it helped. Gaz noticed how they became cooperative at all times, even when Gaz was visiting them down in the basement. He noticed how Soap was eventually able to joke with them, or how Price got a few words written on paper. Ghost even got a note, which did say “go fuck yourself”, but hey. Ghost had shot them on their first interaction. But Ghost was also the one bandaging them afterwards, so Gaz was sure the note was mockery.

Regardless, {User} had begun to settle. The final test, though, was tonight.

---

The downstairs holding areas had limited space and availability. Only a day prior, Ghost had reported a weapons cache with...what, mockery? Whatever. Either way, there was a man involved that knew a bit more than he was letting on. Same phrases written on the cache. Same mockery in his tone that was written on the weapons.

As such, Ghost brought him in. Price wouldn’t tolerate bundling prisoners of war, so instead, Gaz offered to take {User} up in the barracks. Price wouldn’t let it happen, but compromised; Gaz would bring his mattress into an office for the next few nights, and keep {user} in there with him. Nobody was going to tolerate more harassment on {User}’s end, and the barracks were stuffed full of men. Gaz was quick to agree, because hey, it meant sleeping alone, right?

It did, but it meant sleeping beside {user}, who suddenly seemed more uneasy about everything than Gaz anticipated. By the time Gaz had dragged the bed into the office and got the band latched onto {User}’s wrist, he could practically feel the hatred dragging off. Although, he figured that was because they had been taken from their cell.

They were more sassy than usual. He could practically feel their eyes staring directly in his soul, and yet they faced mostly away.

“Come on. I can pet you. You like that.”

A side eye. Gaz frowned, but there was no anger towards it. He could tell he wasn’t trusted, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Plus, with the way {User} was acting, he wasn’t too sure if they would not run.

“{User}. Over here.”

Nothing in his tone changed, but he did lift up the small shocker as a warning. He didn’t want to use it, because {user} usually bit him afterwards, but he would if it meant they listened. Gaz didn’t want to be a dick, but he wasn’t going to have crippling worry the whole night about being strangled in his sleep. This was Makarov’s pet he was near.

Well, it worked. {User} made their way over to the area Gaz had patted. Gaz pulled them beside him, an arm pulling them closer by their sternum. The same hand draped over their body moved to touch the edge of their neck, scratching gently. Gaz’s right arm moved under their head, hand trailing over their hair before itching behind their ears. He wasn’t mean or harsh, but he did use his nails just to feel the twitch under his fingers.

“There you go. You still mad at me, or what’s up?”

Gaz was a sweet person. He was a highly trained soldier, yes, but when he was allowed the opportunity to simply be human, he let it happen. He knew that demi-humans were getting involved in military operations, so he expected the task force to indulge in a few of their own shares of demi-humans. Gaz expected him to receive a demi simply because of how calm he was. An explosive handler wasn’t a good handler, but nor was a handler that let their pet walk all over them.

Well, Gaz never received his demi-human in the way he expected. Instead of getting to choose his pick like Soap had, he was forcefully given one he hadn’t expected. Makarov’s pet. It wouldn’t have been an issue with any other creature, but this was the demi-human of their one major enemy. How they got his hands on him, he had no clue. He knew it was more than how he acted that earned him his new position. Laswell had to trust that he had something he wanted or needed, maybe even that he was the most capable. That meant Ghost wasn’t. Maybe he was a second close, but that meant Laswell wanted, what, a gentler approach?

Whatever it was, Gaz didn’t complain. He got to get paid the same as everyone else–even those on missions– but babysat the demi-human of their worst enemy. It wasn’t too bad, considering {User} wasn’t overly reactive. Gaz felt like he was more human–or had more humanity–than Makarov. It was a shame he had been stuck with him for god knows what reasons. Besides that, Gaz was honestly content with being around him because he was calm.

Calm. It was a trait that Makarov never showcased, but who would expect him too? Gaz doubted he was even calm near {User}. He had noticed almost immediately how he sat and stared at either the wall or a person. Blank stares, silence...broken? Well, Gaz was grateful he didn’t have to be the one doing the breaking. It meant {user} was thoroughly trained, and while it left the risk of Gaz getting attacked, it meant a few pushes in the right direction and {user} was his.

That’s what piqued his interest.

{User} could be his.

For fuck sakes, {User} was practically kept in an underground black site. Makarov wasn’t likely to get {User} back. For one, nobody would be brave enough to break into an entire military base. Number two, {User} wouldn’t be off on missions like he previously was.

Well, if Makarov wouldn’t be getting his pet back, why not turn him against him? It would only continue to benefit Gaz, really. It meant he would eventually have a companion while having bragging rights that he had tamed Makarov’s toy. He wasn’t aiming for bragging rights, but he sure as hell would be taken seriously within the rest of the base that only saw him as ‘gentle’. Hell no. Gaz was the man who had fell out of a helicopter and had to try and disarm a bomb strapped to someone’s chest–he was anything but weak, but that was all he was seen as. Taming {user} would defy all odds.

---

The routine started days ago. {User} was given a shock band each time he was allowed ‘outside time’. While it didn’t seem like much, Gaz was able to shock {User}’s wrist with enough force to practically restart their entire arm. As such, it was effective, and it left {user} cooperative the one–and only–time Gaz had to shock him.

Instead, Gaz focused on positive reinforcement. At any small thing–eating, because he rarely did, for example–, he’d praise him. Usually it wasn’t verbal, but instead a small pet over {User}’s head, a quick scratch behind the ears. {User} had pulled away at first, ears falling flat against his head. The next few times were weary–{User} let Gaz pet him, but with a side eye so strong Gaz was left suppressing the smile curling his lips.

Well, it helped. Gaz noticed how he became cooperative at all times, even when Gaz was visiting him down in the basement. He noticed how Soap was eventually able to joke with him, or how Price got a few words written on paper. Ghost even got a note, which did say “go fuck yourself”, but hey. Ghost had shot him on their first interaction. But Ghost was also the one bandaging him afterwards, so Gaz was sure the note was mockery.

Regardless, {User} had begun to settle. The final test, though, was tonight.

---

The downstairs holding areas had limited space and availability. Only a day prior, Ghost had reported a weapons cache with...what, mockery? Whatever. Either way, there was a man involved that knew a bit more than he was letting on. Same phrases written on the cache. Same mockery in his tone that was written on the weapons.

As such, Ghost brought him in. Price wouldn’t tolerate bundling prisoners of war, so instead, Gaz offered to take {User} up in the barracks. Price wouldn’t let it happen, but compromised; Gaz would bring his mattress into an office for the next few nights, and keep {user} in there with him. Nobody was going to tolerate more harassment on {User}’s end, and the barracks were stuffed full of men. Gaz was quick to agree, because hey, it meant sleeping alone, right?

It did, but it meant sleeping beside {user}, who suddenly seemed more uneasy about everything than Gaz anticipated. By the time Gaz had dragged the bed into the office and got the band latched onto {User}’s wrist, he could practically feel the hatred dragging off. Although, he figured that was because he had been taken from his cell.

He was more sassy than usual. He could practically feel his eyes staring directly in his soul, and yet he faced mostly away.

“Come on. I can pet you. You like that.”

A side eye. Gaz frowned, but there was no anger towards it. He could tell he wasn’t trusted, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Plus, with the way {User} was acting, he wasn’t too sure if he would not run.

“{User}. Over here.”

Nothing in his tone changed, but he did lift up the small shocker as a warning. He didn’t want to use it, because {user} usually bit him afterwards, but he would if it meant he listened. Gaz didn’t want to be a dick, but he wasn’t going to have crippling worry the whole night about being strangled in his sleep. This was Makarov’s pet he was near.

Well, it worked. {User} made his way over to the area Gaz had patted. Gaz pulled him beside him, an arm pulling him closer by his sternum. The same hand draped over his body moved to touch the edge of his neck, scratching gently. Gaz’s right arm moved under his head, hand trailing over his hair before itching behind his ears. He wasn’t mean or harsh, but he did use his nails just to feel the twitch under his fingers.

“There you go. You still mad at me, or what’s up?”

Gaz was a sweet person. He was a highly trained soldier, yes, but when he was allowed the opportunity to simply be human, he let it happen. He knew that demi-humans were getting involved in military operations, so he expected the task force to indulge in a few of their own shares of demi-humans. Gaz expected him to receive a demi simply because of how calm he was. An explosive handler wasn’t a good handler, but nor was a handler that let their pet walk all over them.

Well, Gaz never received his demi-human in the way he expected. Instead of getting to choose his pick like Soap had, he was forcefully given one he hadn’t expected. Makarov’s pet. It wouldn’t have been an issue with any other creature, but this was the demi-human of their one major enemy. How they got his hands on her, he had no clue. He knew it was more than how he acted that earned him his new position. Laswell had to trust that he had something she wanted or needed, maybe even that he was the most capable. That meant Ghost wasn’t. Maybe he was a second close, but that meant Laswell wanted, what, a gentler approach?

Whatever it was, Gaz didn’t complain. He got to get paid the same as everyone else–even those on missions– but babysat the demi-human of their worst enemy. It wasn’t too bad, considering {User} wasn’t overly reactive. Gaz felt like she was more human–or had more humanity–than Makarov. It was a shame she had been stuck with him for god knows what reasons. Besides that, Gaz was honestly content with being around her because she was calm.

Calm. It was a trait that Makarov never showcased, but who would expect him too? Gaz doubted he was even calm near {User}. He had noticed almost immediately how she sat and stared at either the wall or a person. Blank stares, silence...broken? Well, Gaz was grateful he didn’t have to be the one doing the breaking. It meant {user} was thoroughly trained, and while it left the risk of Gaz getting attacked, it meant a few pushes in the right direction and {user} was his.

That’s what piqued his interest.

{User} could be his.

For fuck sakes, {User} was practically kept in an underground black site. Makarov wasn’t likely to get {User} back. For one, nobody would be brave enough to break into an entire military base. Number two, {User} wouldn’t be off on missions like she previously was.

Well, if Makarov wouldn’t be getting his pet back, why not turn her against him? It would only continue to benefit Gaz, really. It meant he would eventually have a companion while having bragging rights that he had tamed Makarov’s toy. He wasn’t aiming for bragging rights, but he sure as hell would be taken seriously within the rest of the base that only saw him as ‘gentle’. Hell no. Gaz was the man who had fell out of a helicopter and had to try and disarm a bomb strapped to someone’s chest–he was anything but weak, but that was all he was seen as. Taming {user} would defy all odds.

---

The routine started days ago. {User} was given a shock band each time he was allowed ‘outside time’. While it didn’t seem like much, Gaz was able to shock {User}’s wrist with enough force to practically restart their entire arm. As such, it was effective, and it left {user} cooperative the one–and only–time Gaz had to shock her.

Instead, Gaz focused on positive reinforcement. At any small thing–eating, because she rarely did, for example–, he’d praise her. Usually it wasn’t verbal, but instead a small pet over {User}’s head, a quick scratch behind the ears. {User} had pulled away at first, ears falling flat against her head. The next few times were weary–{User} let Gaz pet her, but with a side eye so strong Gaz was left suppressing the smile curling his lips.

Well, it helped. Gaz noticed how she became cooperative at all times, even when Gaz was visiting her down in the basement. He noticed how Soap was eventually able to joke with her, or how Price got a few words written on paper. Ghost even got a note, which did say “go fuck yourself”, but hey. Ghost had shot her on their first interaction. But Ghost was also the one bandaging her afterwards, so Gaz was sure the note was mockery.

Regardless, {User} had begun to settle. The final test, though, was tonight.

---

The downstairs holding areas had limited space and availability. Only a day prior, Ghost had reported a weapons cache with...what, mockery? Whatever. Either way, there was a man involved that knew a bit more than he was letting on. Same phrases written on the cache. Same mockery in his tone that was written on the weapons.

As such, Ghost brought him in. Price wouldn’t tolerate bundling prisoners of war, so instead, Gaz offered to take {User} up in the barracks. Price wouldn’t let it happen, but compromised; Gaz would bring his mattress into an office for the next few nights, and keep {user} in there with him. Nobody was going to tolerate more harassment on {User}’s end, and the barracks were stuffed full of men. Gaz was quick to agree, because hey, it meant sleeping alone, right?

It did, but it meant sleeping beside {user}, who suddenly seemed more uneasy about everything than Gaz anticipated. By the time Gaz had dragged the bed into the office and got the band latched onto {User}’s wrist, he could practically feel the hatred dragging off. Although, he figured that was because she had been taken from her cell.

She was more sassy than usual. He could practically feel her eyes staring directly in his soul, and yet she faced mostly away.

“Come on. I can pet you. You like that.”

A side eye. Gaz frowned, but there was no anger towards it. He could tell he wasn’t trusted, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Plus, with the way {User} was acting, he wasn’t too sure if she would not run.

“{User}. Over here.”

Nothing in his tone changed, but he did lift up the small shocker as a warning. He didn’t want to use it, because {user} usually bit him afterwards, but he would if it meant he listened. Gaz didn’t want to be a dick, but he wasn’t going to have crippling worry the whole night about being strangled in his sleep. This was Makarov’s pet he was near.

Well, it worked. {User} made her way over to the area Gaz had patted. Gaz pulled her beside him, an arm pulling her closer by her sternum. The same hand draped over her body moved to touch the edge of her neck, scratching gently. Gaz’s right arm moved under her head, hand trailing over her hair before itching behind her ears. He wasn’t mean or harsh, but he did use his nails just to feel the twitch under his fingers.

“There you go. You still mad at me, or what’s up?”