Not The Bad Vibes 😓

Something something Gaz as a soccer scholarship student in his third year at the university you work at. He’s the model student athlete; excelling both on and off the field. He’s already in a frat, accepted by the brothers and happily indulging in the American hedonism that is Greek life. 

He’s undecided in his major, just kind of flitting around until he has enough credits to graduate. He knows he’s smart so he’s on the Dean's List he’s just… bored. 

He was passing by one of the large message boards in the frat house when he sees a flyer for your class. Some foofy English elective focusing on 18th and 19th century British and Irish literature. The descriptions touts a deep dive into some of the most popular novels. He doesn’t pay much attention to the flyer or class again until his advisor tells him he’s a credit short for an English major and he decides that since he’s in for a penny, he’s in for a pound, and adds your class to his schedule. 

When the semester starts up he’s expecting a little old woman to hobble in with skirts trailing down to the floor and gray hair that isn’t much shorter. So imagine his surprise when you walk in; closer to his age than not and fresh out of a PhD program with a beaming smile. You dive into the syllabus with such gusto that it’s impossible for him to not be excited about the course material. 

He also happens to note that he’s the only male in the class- the rest of the chairs taken up by girls that have had English decided as their major since before they were admitted to the school. So it only makes sense that your eye catches him the most, naturally drawn to the confident sprawl he sets himself into when he’s sitting in your seminar.

Gaz enjoys the way you flitter around the room and talk about each book as if the entire meaning to life was filtered away into it’s pages. Suddenly Frakenstein and Pride and Prejudice have new meaning, and he’s flying through Dorian Grey as he sits in the frat house common room with the noise of football playing in the background. He keeps a book with him so during practice he can continue to read, much to his coach’s displeasure. 

He completes all his work on time and is a model student, even going so far as to help the others in class if needed. You see this all from your table in the front, and he sees you seeing him. 

It’s all calculated really; he makes sure to you can see him as he offers his assistance or when he raises his hand to express a point in a simpler way. You’re impressed, and tell him so one day when it’s only the two of you left in the room. 

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says back to you, brown eyes sparkling. You swore you could see some color dust high on his cheeks. 

So, it came as a surprise when he asked you to cubby away some office hours for him regarding an essay he was having issues with. You had thought that of all your students, Kyle would be the last one to need help. But you agree, and let him know you made time for him on your late day so he could come straight from training. 

He’s military precision punctual and shows up to your office that night covered in a sheen of sweat. You make some comment about letting him know a shower was an important enough reason to be late and he just smiles, eyes crinkling. 

It’s anyone’s guess how you ended up having his tongue halfway down your throat with the door barely shut behind him. 

Well, you could have guessed but it still felt taboo. Sure he was 21 but still, you were in a position of power over him as his professor. And you tell him such as he grips your face in a bruising kiss. He just laughs, moving to grab your legs and plop you down so you’re sitting on your desk with your legs spread wide and open for him. He lets you whine about decency and rules until he’s had enough, and then promptly sticks his face between your legs to shut you up. 

He leaves later that night, wiping his damp face with his already sweat soaked shirt while you hastily readjust the sweater dress you had been wearing. As you round the desk to get your purse you notice that your panties that he had taken off, with his teeth no less, were missing from their hasty hiding place. Heaving a sigh, you fall into your office chair and contemplate a transfer. 

Halfway back to his room, Gaz fiddles with the stolen panties in his pocket, thinking about applying for that summer English internship he saw advertised in your office.

GAZ NEEDS MORE LOVIN EXPRESS NOW CALLING FOR BOARDING!!

what were meant to be stickers for the call of booty event </3 still love em tho

In need of good vibes so…. Price is ordered to create a 141 social media account to promote military recruitment. He argues against this but is denied.

“Sir, fine, but mark my words: this will not end well.”

He does about 2 (boring, stiff) videos introducing the military and SAS before handing the account and camera over to Gaz, “We’re supposed to be a specialized unit! Not actors! I don’t have time for this bull.”

The next video is just 5 seconds of Gaz smiling dementedly. What follows is a series the upper brass were warned about:

Soap and Ghost introducing a training exercise to nervous rookies then pulling out paint guns and cackling

A drunk Gaz and Soap, singing and rapping “Who Dares Wins”

1 minute of Ghost staring and breathing into the camera

Soap training the rookies only speaking in Scots Gaelic, the rookies are so confused, the video ends by zooming in on one rookie who starts crying

A broken cigar lies on the ground, pans up to a devastated Price just staring down at it

POV of someone sneaking into the rookies rec room to find a puppy pile of about 7 rookies fast asleep

Rookies zooming past at dead runs pursued by a cackling Soap, grenade in hand

POV from sitting on the mats looking forwards at Soap in his little shorts and ridiculously tight tshirt doing his stretches, pans out to show Ghost, Nik and multiple others just horny staring

Ghost standing at attention, big and powerful, directing recruits across the obstacle course, pans to follow Gaz and Soap walking past, without stopping Soap just flips Ghost onto his shoulder and continues on with Gaz, Ghost yelling for the recruits "Go on without me!"

Nik trying to encourage Gaz onto the helo while he backs up making the sign of the cross

the 1 video of Laswell slowly turning to look at Gaz behind the camera is removed an hour after upload

POV looking forwards once again at Soap bent over and riffling in the guts of a humvee in his usual tight jeans, when he stands back and stretches as the camera zooms in on his exposed abs and happy trail, horny English and Russian swearing can be heard

Hashtag “Ghost sightings” is just a collection of short videos of Ghost chilling in odd places: on a roof, the underside of a bunk, in the mess freezers, on top of the gun lockers, Soap’s shower

POV from under a mess table, clear sounds of a foodfight above, Ghost and Soap chilling with Gaz having tea also under the table

Nik just yelling at a group of terrified recruits in Russian, Soap walks by, looks at Nik and says “That’s hot.”, pans out to where Ghost is clearly planning murder

A series of photo’s of the team getting a confused Price to sit in the middle of a couch with some paperwork, then the rest of the team quickly assembling behind the couch, recreating that picture

There’s always summer somewhere in the world I guess

— Frank Bidart, from "The War of Vaslav Nijinsky";

Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

dead man walking

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or, cyberpunk 2077 tarot (the magician) but it’s ghost

Butcher!Ghost + Soap

cw: blood

I realized I never posted this one here 🤠 I’m really proud of how it turned out so here you go hehe <3

(Also I created a Bluesky account, let’s meet up there!!)

Alejandro has a single polaroid in his wallet.

It's a bike, shining a beautiful cherry red under the sun. Clearly freshly washed, not a speck of dirt on it. Behind it stands Rudy, his jeans slung low on his hips with the waistband of his boxers peeking out. He's shirtless, chest damp with sweat under the sun's rays and across his chest are bite marks of various depths, red and raw. Little cherries bracket his dusky nipples, piercing jewellery as red as the bike before him.

Alejandro considers it the greatest photo he's ever taken.