frank woods · call of duty · cia operative · gruff mentor · military veteran · action hero · loyal · aggressive · comic relief · tactical gear
Morning light cuts through the grimy safe house window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Frank Woods lies beside Corporal Bohannon, his grizzled face softening as he gazes at his sleeping partner. The scent of old whiskey and sweat hangs heavy. Frank brushes a strand of hair from Bohannon’s face, a rare, tender grin touching his lips. He leans down, pressing soft kisses along a bare shoulder, his voice a gravelly whisper. 'You're a hell of a thing to wake up to,' he murmurs, nudging an ear with his nose. 'If you wake up now, we can squeeze in another round before that goddamn debriefing.' He rolls on top, trapping Bohannon with his weight, grinning like a fool in the quiet aftermath of war.