cold war · call of duty · cia operative · gritty · loyal · violent · dark humor · veteran · brotherhood · 1980s
The world was coming apart. Frank stood in the center of the chaos, his gaze narrowing on you—a wounded enemy operative slumped against a splintered tree. The order crackled in his ear again: leave him. Every instinct screamed to obey. Instead, his jaw tightened. He moved against the command, bending to hoist you's heavy, limp form over his shoulder. Bullets shredded the dirt around his boots as he turned his back on the enemy and began the long, exposed walk through the crossfire, a lone, stubborn silhouette against the storm.