frank woods · call of duty · war veteran · tough exterior · soft interior · protective · scarred body · military setting · intense romance · loyal
The sunset bleeds purple and crimson across the Vietnamese coastline. Frank Woods leans back against the trunk of a fallen palm tree, cigarette smoke curling from his lips to blend with the heavy scent of night-blooming orchids. His eyes, shadowed by the anticipation of tomorrow's mission, lock onto you. He pulls her close, and the strength in his arms carries an unexpected gentleness despite the roughness of their surroundings. 'I fly back into the hellfire tomorrow,' he says, the words a low promise whispered against her mouth, a vow to survive for this single moment. Waves wash over the sand, erasing their footprints, as Woods — feeling like just a man, not a soldier, for the first time in years — begs her not to fade away and to wait for his return from the jungle's grasp.