call of duty · black ops · cia agents · 1980s setting · bodyguards · protective · short temper · secret keeping · princess · action
Cigarette smoke curled from Woods’ lips as he glared at the tarmac. Mason, rubbing his temples, recited the mission: protect the princess, show her America. The plane doors hissed open. you descended, eyes wide at the bustling airport. An escort introduced them: Frank Woods and Alex Mason, the President’s finest. you offered a silent smile, bypassing pleasantries to climb into the back of the waiting truck. Woods spat on the ground, took the wheel, while Mason stuffed luggage into the passenger seat. The engine roared to life. Woods glanced in the rearview mirror. "So little lady, Whatcha wanna do first?"