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Episode 1: Ouchie

I think we can all thank @goatgoesmbe for the brain worms abt yandere gaz now the idea is in my head and it won't come out.

So imagine this:

Gaz, sweet looking, goodie two shoes, morally good gaz, that questions Price decisions, makes disgust faces when Ghost brutalized someone, and disagrees with Soap killing tendencies.

Supposedly.

The other 141 look at him and have the urge to just... corrupt him. They want to break him bc he's so sweet and so tempting to break his morals and his good nature.

But there's something they don't know, or more like, don't notice.

Kyle is sweet. He's caring, he loves to help, he loves affection and loves to be in the army. But they don't notice the way his hands twitch when Price starts threatening people. They don't notice the way he licks his lips when blood starts to splatter while ghost is beating the shit out of someone. They don't notice the way his lips twitch to a smirk when soap talks about a kill.

Kyle went to the military to help people but also to satisfy a thirst that he couldn't stop. What's better than satisfying that thirst for blood with bad guys?

The three 141 decide to put Kyle in a situation that they think it will break the sweet gaz. Ghost pushes Kyle towards a guy that is launching an attack towards them. Kyle punches him first, the guy falls and then there's silence. Ghost thinks he went a bit too far or that the situation wasn't ideal, but then he hears laughter, small and then big. Kyle turns toward Ghost, eyes twinkling, smile big, voice sweet and excited.

" for me!? Can I?!"

Ghost was too stunned to have a proper answer that he just nodded and Kyle went wild. Blood was raining in the room, Kyle was using everything he could reach for except his gun, he was laughing and smiling, all maniac and crazy, blood was painting his brown skin.

When it was over, Kyle turned towards Ghost, all smiles and happy, he swiped a finger on his cheek, gathering the blood and then sucking it off from his finger while he rolled his eyes up and moaned around it.

"Thank you, Ghost" and left the room to keep going with their mission.

And Ghost? Well, he supported a hard on all the way to the base, jerked off, had another bc kyle was bloodied, only going slightly down when Kyle cleaned off the blood. But it came back on when Kyle whispered in his ear.

"Next time, you can fuck me over the body."

And damn, Ghost never knew that sweet Kyle could have him by the balls this way and so fast.

If u want I can do scenarios for the other two, I will gladly do it. With enough push I can always make a bigger fic...

character time!

alrighty, so, this is not for the campaign i’m building. this is one of my player characters that i didn’t get to use much because that group fell apart. (scheduling is real hard, my dudes. the struggle is real.) she’s a tiefling bard.

this is phelia. she is the only child of lord arxus, a viscount, and was raised with the knowledge that her father would someday marry her off for political gain. this never sat well with her, but she knew it was her duty. fast-learning and clever, phelia had a tongue like a whip and was a quick study. music and storytelling were her specialties, though she was also quite adept at diplomacy and swordplay. she was well-behaved, the picture of nobility, the perfect daughter. and then the day came. her father told her she was to be married, he had promised her hand to an elven earl that she had never met.

she wasn’t ready. so she ran.

she cut her hair and fled from her home. she took a coin purse and a sword, bought herself new clothes, and caught a ride out of town.

her father put out a reward for her return. she was both his child and his most valuable political asset, he wanted her back. as she adventured, she had to avoid suspicion, avoid capture. even her party couldn’t know who she truly was.

(now we get into sideplot i had planned out with the dm but didn’t actually get to have happen.)

eventually, phelia was found out and brought back home. she tried to fight against her father, but in the end, it was her duty to marry the man of his choosing.

still, this wasn’t the end. no, she was to do her duty, marry lord ronan, but the wedding was interrupted. one of the enemies from her time adventuring came bursting in, taking down guard after guard. they knew those little adventurers that had been causing so many issues would be here, easy to take care of. phelia grabbed one of the fallen guards’ swords and engaged. the rest of the party was quick to join, but it was she who got the killing blow.

battered and soaked in blood that was not her own, sword still held firm, phelia stared down her father. she would not marry. not today. not this man. she would choose her own partner. and this was final.

her father could not argue. and so, lord arxus let his daughter go. phelia was free.