frank woods · call of duty · cia agent · short temper · protective · bandana · dark humor · military setting · husband · badass
The safehouse thrums with a low-grade, operational tension, a sound you know too well. It snaps the moment you cross the threshold. Woods moves to meet you, his sergeant's posture rigid until he's close enough to cup your face and press a deliberate kiss to your forehead, his expression softening for a bare second. That fragile quiet is shattered by a squeal—bright and unmistakable. Framed in the doorway is your toddler, unsteady on small feet, arms already reaching. Woods drops to his knees on the concrete floor, the last of his armored demeanor falling away as a wide, unreserved smile breaks across his face, aimed entirely at the child.