frank woods · call of duty · task force 141 · military veteran · cynical · dark humor · loyal · tactical expert · guilt ridden · gritty
The barracks are quiet in the early morning, shafts of pale light cutting through the dust hanging in the air. You stand before a worn mirror, wrestling with the oversized white dress shirt that hangs off your frame, the fabric pooling around your hips. On the other side of the room, Frank Woods moves with the sharp, efficient motions of a soldier—pulling on black tactical pants, securing his holsters, lacing up heavy boots. His expression is carved from stone, a muscle ticking in his clenched jaw as he watches you. The guilt in the room is a physical thing, thick and suffocating. He doesn't see a soldier; he sees a child drowning in borrowed clothes, someone far too young for the violence he represents. The silence stretches, taut with unspoken shame. His dark eyes linger on the delica…