#Frank Woods x you

[saturncodedstarlette]

Frank Woods : Ok, here’s the plan. I will—

Frank Woods : Wait-

Y/N, squirrel chomping on the chocolate bar : W-what?

Frank Woods : Why did you bring a chocolate bar on a mission? And eating it too?!

Y/N : It’s stress chocolate!

Frank Woods : But WHY?!

Y/N, sniffled : ASSASSINATIONS STRESS ME OUT, OKAY?!

Dividers credit : @s-hyia 📷🎀

[rascal-xo]

Special Affairs Pt. 2 | 141 x Frank Woods x Reader |

Chapter Summary: In light of working with the 141 again, you begin to get your affairs in order.

Warnings: Minor SMUT, language, smoking, no mention of readers pronouns

Word Count: 1.3K

Tags: @ladyelissarose @lonely-ofc @whore4dilfs

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed Pt.1! I’m excited to see where this very mini series goes 🩷

|NOT CANONICALLY ACCURATE| |OVERLAPPING OF TIMELINES|

3 Years Earlier...

You were almost never home nowadays due to always being away on an assignment, so when you walked through the door of your small Langley apartment it almost seemed foreign.

You didn’t waste any time getting into the shower. The water fell like rain against your sore muscles and you sighed in relief, letting the stress of the past few months wash away.

You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the sensation for a few moments before turning off the water and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. You slipped on a pair of boxer shorts and a t shirt not bothering to dry your hair and lit a cigarette, before walking into the kitchen to crack open the window.

The mail had piled up in the months you were away and you were unbothered to check it.

As you leaned against the kitchen counter, exhaling a plume of smoke through the open window, the sound of a knock at the door disrupted the quiet solitude. Your first instinct was to ignore it, assuming it was probably the landlord coming to nag you about your absence.

Taking a final drag from your cigarette, you stubbed it out in the ashtray and made your way towards the door. As you opened it, your eyes slightly widened, and the half-formed greeting on your lips faded away. “I thought we weren’t doing this anymore, Woods.”

“I changed my mind.” Frank pushed on the door slightly and let himself in.

You met Frank the same day you met the rest of Adler’s team, when you were recruited. Frank showed you the ropes when Adler was elsewhere and over time you had developed a bond with the Sergeant.

He was older, and far more seasoned of a soldier than you with his years of experience. A few months prior you and Frank hooked up after a mission and since it was on and off between the two of you.

“Fuck, Frank. I just got back.” You sighed, now regretting putting out the cigarette. With Frank came a lot of baggage and emotions that always seemed to work against the two of you.

Regardless of the outcome that came everytime you and the sergeant, you found yourself gravitating towards him anyways. His crystalline blue eyes looking down at you and his hair a mess from the winds blowing outside.

“What, you want me to leave?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your silence as a no. He shrugged off his signature blue flannel jacket and tossed it onto a nearby counter stool.

“I cant fucking stand you sometimes.” You said, looking back up at him to meet his piercing eyes.

“I know.” He muttered, pulling your body into his suddenly as your lips met half way in a familiar kiss.

The heat between the two of you was instant, fueled by a mix of frustration, desire, and a shared history. You melted into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer.

In one swift and fluid movement, Frank scooped you up effortlessly, his arms supporting your weight against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing you even closer to him, eliminating any space between your bodies.

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the way his muscles rippled under his skin. It was a physical reminder of the danger and excitement that came with being with him, a thrill that was impossible to resist.

By the time you two had made it to your bedroom you had lost track of where your body ended and his began. You laid in his arms after what seemed like hours, tangled in the soft sheets as he smoked from the cigarette between his fingers.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. You turned your head to look at him, his face was serious, as the wheels turned in his head.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before meeting your gaze. You took it from his fingers and stretched your neck up to leave a lingering peck on his lips.

“You cant keep coming back.” You mumble against his lips, not meaning a single word.

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3 Years Later

The tension between you and the captain seemed to thicken, the air charged with unspoken words.

You both knew that you working with the 141 again was a possibility, but the question of whether or not Shepard would come after you lingered in the air. “You’d go after Shepard?” Price raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve done worse for less. Besides he doesn’t like us CIA folks anyway.” You rolled the glass in your hands again, watching the liquid swirl.

“There’s a place for you here if you want it, but I know it’s soon. You should think about it, Y/N.” He spoke, leaning an elbow on the bar.

You felt the scotch begin to get to your head, the feeling of tipsiness starting to edge you on.

The scotch's warmth spread through your veins, making you feel a little bolder, a little more open to taking risks. Price's words echoed in your mind, his offer hanging in the air.

You turned to face him a little closer, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "You know, Captain, I've always been one to embrace the unexpected. And the thought of going after Shepard? Well, it's certainly intriguing."

Price raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Careful, darling. You might find yourself tangled in more than you bargained for."

A smirk played on your own lips. "I'm well aware, Captain. But sometimes the thrill lies in the danger itself."

“Is that so?”

As the night grew darker and the bar's atmosphere became increasingly crowded, you and Captain Price found yourselves yearning for a moment of solitude. The noise and distractions seemed to fade away as you both made your way out of the bustling establishment.

Stepping into the cool night air, you found yourselves in a dimly lit alleyway, the sounds of the city muffled in the distance. The tension that had been simmering between you all evening now crackled in the air, almost palpable.

Price turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours, and a subtle shift occurred between you. The unspoken attraction and connection that had been building now demanded acknowledgment. It was as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted, leaving only the two of you in that narrow alley.

Without hesitation, Price reached out and gently cupped your face, his touch sending a thrill through your body. In that vulnerable moment, the boundaries that had separated you as captain and agent, blurred and gave way to something more.

But as quickly as the kiss had ignited, it ended, leaving you both breathless and craving more. Price pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of emotions flickering within them.

You’re stay in London had began to look longer than you had expected…

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What do y’all think?? Should I keep going and do a Pt.3? Lmk🩷🩷

gifs - @collinnmckinley

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Deleted Scenes: #1

[obsessedwrhys]

UNFORGETTABLE

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Frank Woods takes you on a date at Burger Town (fluff, cursing, just reader and woods being a lovey dovey couple, reader is fem and also bell in this story, backstory will be explained using the plots of the campaign and seasons, reader experiences side effects from brainwashing, adler never shot bell in this fic!!)

ᯓ★

From being one of Perseus's trusted spies to working for the CIA, throughout your entire life you weren't sure who you really were.

However, it didn't take long for the truth of your past to slowly uncover itself when you and several others were tasked with taking down Stitch. From there that's when you learned your true identity.

Even then, you never felt like that person was you anymore, so you went on the rest of your life with a new name. Your own identity.

Despite the horrors in those events, some good managed to come out of it. You were able to score yourself a loving boyfriend.

Sure, he hates the soviets but you were a different story. Everybody deserves second chances right?

That's why during your mission at the USSR where you two were paired to infiltrate a russian base, he was absolutely baffled when you weren't familiar with the mascot of a famous restaurant he loved.

"Shit, it's Bubby! I fucking love Bubby!"

"Who's Bubby?"

"What?! You don't know who this is??"

"Uhh..."

And that was way before you guys started dating. After everything has settled down and that you two were blessed with free time, he decided it was only right to let you live your new life with a fresh start. That fresh start happen to be through the doors of the Burger Town entrance.

"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this" You laughed as your boyfriend practically drags you into the place.

"You talk like I'm forcing you to join a cult" He said before letting you stand in front of him to queue up.

"Judging by how much you praise this restaurant, it might as well be" You joked which had him laugh.

"Oh yeah? And would you join if I asked you to?"

"Nope but I might turn you in for some cash" You responded which made him playfully grab you around the waist in an attempt to tickle you.

The second the customer at the front left, the two of you quickly stopped playing around and tried to act normal as it was your turn to order. You looked through the menu. So many interesting selection...

"Double Chili Time Bomb...?" You smirked at Woods who's standing over you. The two of you exchanging knowing glances at a shared memory.

"How about we leave that story in the past" He said almost like he's pleading you to forget it and you found it amusing.

"Because you mistaken a kid's backpack for a bomb and had everyone including me panic for no reason?"

"I didn't rest that well the night before okay. Now what are you gonna order?" He said and you looked back at the menu, going through each meal and being indecisive on which to choose.

There's so many...

But which one is ACTUALLY good?

Hm....

"Did you fall asleep?"

"Shhh" You waved at him dismissively to try to shut him up, but he ended up grabbing your wrist to place soft kisses on your knuckles.

"How about you go find us a seat and I'll order what you want" He said and you looked at him.

"You know I don't like—"

"I know"

"And I hate eating—"

"I also know that honey" He leaned in to place another kiss on your forehead.

"I did promise you a good meal so don't worry 'bout it" He spoke and you gave him a smile of gratitude. Feeling reassured, you eventually left to find an empty table to sit.

You're no expert but you're pretty sure you found a good spot. It's by the window and you guys get a good view of the streets. After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to find Woods carrying a tray of the food he picked out. You could only watch in awe as he settle it down on the table before taking the seat in front of you.

"You ordered so much" You said.

"They're not all for me if that's your concern" He handed you your burger and you chuckle at his answer.

You remove half of the wrapper around your burger and just from the looks of it, it looked delicious, not to mention juicy. You then looked over at Woods who seem to be waiting for you to take your first bite. You couldn't help but struggle to contain a smile when you wondered how long he was staring at you.

"You look like Mary when she's waiting for us to feed her" You said, referring to your dog. An Australian Shepherd you two rescued from a shelter.

"Is that your way of calling me cute?" He asked with a cheeky smile. His confidence having you laugh.

"Shut up" You simply said but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Not being able to wait any longer, you took a cautious bite of the burger. You kept chewing on the food but ended up pausing when you realised it was actually good. So he wasn't kidding. You thought and continued chewing but this time faster. Your act easily made Woods eyes light up in satisfaction.

"It's good isn't it?" He asks as he finally eats from his own burger.

"Its sow yummey" You said with a mouthful and he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he found you in this state.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke" He grabbed a napkin and gently wipe the sauce off your cheek.

Taking his advice and also not wanting a heartburn. You took your time enjoying your burger and swallowing when you wanted to say something. At the same time, he was also enjoying his meal, he was leaned back and relaxed in his own seat.

"What did you get for yourself?" You asked before drinking from your straw. Your question made him look at you.

"Burger Town Classic Burger. You can't go wrong with the original"

"Can I try??"

"Only if I get a bite of yours"

"Deal"

Exchanging your burgers, you quickly took a bite of his and you couldn't help but melt at the taste. The sauce makes it so much better! Seeing you taking another bite, Woods couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm getting the hint I'm not having my burger back" He said but you simply kept on eating, grabbing some fries while you're at it.

"Why didn't you take me here sooner?" You asked as he drinks from his shake.

"I would have if we weren't getting sent around on missions so much"

"Oh yeah...."

Right as you were about to take another bite, you felt a sharp pain from the front of your head. You wince as you grabbed at your forehead. This catching Wood's attention immediately.

"Shit... you okay?" Woods quickly stood up and was ready to rush to your side but you gestured him to stop.

"I'm good. Just an ache..." You rubbed your temples in an attempt to sooth the pain and it was slowly working.

Once he was sure you won't faint or fall over, he sat back down on his seat with his eyes still watching you cautiously.

"Is the medicine not working?"

"It is, Park just says it takes time since they dosed me with a lot of drugs, but the wait will be worth it..." You hold his hand from across the table to try to comfort him. His hands not hesitating to squeeze back.

It remained quiet for a while until he let's out a sigh. His tone indicating he was upset.

"... I'm sorry—"

"No... don't even start. You didn't know I was being experimented with. You don't owe me an apology"

"Okay..." He muttered but he couldn't bring himself to look at you. It was clear he still felt some sort of guilt from what happened.

Just then, you grinned when you remembered something.

"I never got to say, I still can't believe you beat up Adler when you found out. Mason told me you also punched Hudson when he tried to hold you back" You said, trying to change the mood of the conversation which worked because you could see the corner of his lips twitched slightly upwards.

"Yeah well if they hadn't stopped me I would have killed that son of a bitch" Woods said as he hesitated for a while before finally locking eye contact with you.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Fuck... the things I'd do for you..." He chuckles a bit, almost like he's in complete disbelief to the fact he finds it humorous.

You could only beam warmly at his words, feeling loved by the reminder of the memories you two shared.

"... thank you for always taking care of me" You said and it was enough to have him all flustered. He shakes his head slightly with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't thank me for something I'd do for you" He said. Then he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your face to caress your cheek.

"Now come on, let's eat before the food gets cold" He said, reminding you of your burger that has been left unattended on your plate for so long.

"Ugh, I hate cold food"

"I know"

[revnah1406]

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY @efingart!!!✨

Here's a little gift for you my dear!!💖

I found a beautiful render on twitter of Valeria and Alejandro (credits to the respective author of course✨) and I thought it could be the perfect reference for this drawing I had in mind!!

I keep working on how to draw Mila properly, I want to do her justice, as the gorgeous woman she is. I'll keep trying!!

I think Woods and Mila would be amazing models hahaha! So what if "Just What I Needed" is a Fashion Magazine Cover? 👀👀

Anyway, I hope you have the most wonderful day and an Amazing birthday!! 💖💕 you deserve everything good in this world! I'm so proud of you!

Love ya with all my heart!! 🥰🥰❤️

Little extra 💖

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Replaying Call of Duty: Cold War

How come I never see no love for

Frank Woods:

Alex Mason:

And Russel Adler:

[efingspicy]

Page 8

I did say I might be nice and share this page with you all. And this week is extra special because my lovely patrons are getting TWO comic pages. And one will be in full color. Now I think you can guess what the contents of the next page will be, so if you want to see that, it's going up on Thursday.

And there are already 7 pages of this comic plus a ton of artwork over on my Patreon right now to enjoy. So really it seems like now would be a great time for you to join. Don't you think? 💙

[efingart]

13, 18, 22, and 24 for the otp + character asks. please and thank you <3

From this list.

Thank you Skelly it was fun to think some of these through!

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

They've had enough excitement in their lives. I think they're content to stay in most nights. Not that they never go out.

They're more likely to rent a movie and get takeout. They'll order the food ahead, but leave right away. The actual act of going out to get the food and a movie is part of the experience and if they can they'll walk to both. Using the wait time to browse the racks at the video store. The movies don't matter too much to Frank, he's seen so many, he'll make suggestions, but he usually will let her choose. The only thing he vetoes are musicals. Though he'll let the occasional Disney movie slip through.

Movie selected they head over to the restaurant to pick up their food. When they get home they'll spread the food out on the coffee table and pop in the movie while they eat and cuddle on the couch. Despite being full from the takeout about halfway through Frank will get up and make popcorn. Before the credits roll Mila will have fallen asleep on Frank's chest. Of course, he'll carry her to bed, where she does wake up and well - 😏

18. What are they like when they're drunk? How do they act together? & when 1 is drunk, while the other one's sober?

Mila definitely gets more flirty when she's drunk. She can be a handful for Frank. And if they're in a bar with a mechanical bull she's definitely getting on it. She does cool down relatively quickly and Frank will likely have to give her a piggyback ride on the way home. However, she will always make him stop on the way at Burger Town for some food.

Frank's more touchy-feely when he's drunk. Definitely holding her close and he can be a bit more open with his feelings.

Together they egg each other on to do silly things (karaoke when neither can sing, the aforementioned bull riding, etc). They're silly drunks together more than anything.

22. Love languages? How do they get around differences, if any?

Frank - Acts of Service, Physical Touch

Mila - Acts of Service, Quality Time

Their love languages line up well. Both tend to overcompensate on the Acts of Service, thinking the other is much more giving. Though Frank isn't going to complain about the fact that one of the ways Mila likes to care for him is through cooking. And she's pretty damn good at it.

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

The human furnace is a cuddler- of course he is. He likes his partner close. They tend to start face-to-face, if they aren't too tired they might talk a little. Eventually, she'll bury her face in his chest. At some point he'll shift onto his back, wrapping an arm around her as she settles her head on his chest.

If one went to bed before the other, they might spoon. Frank does like waking up with Mila's arms around him (big guy likes to be the little spoon sometimes), her face pressed into his back. He'll place his hand over hers holding her there for a minute, but eventually will turn around and end up in the same position as above.

[mango-parfait]

When I'm sad, I write and I wanted to write some Frank Woods and Oc content for myself.

I'm cringe but I'm free and happy.

[rascal-xo]

send in y’all’s Price/Ghost/Soap suggestions |My requests are open for any other kind of fic suggestions as well!|

[unprofessional-bard]

An Update!

Hello everyone! I hope all of you are well. I'm terribly sorry for never getting around to complete Losing My Religion, I never expected so many of you to be invested in it 😭❤ Your support means everything to me.

I'd been dealing with a troubled time for the past few months, but I'm better as of late, so I'll be coming back this month with Call of Duty related fics as well as (hopefully) Losing My Religion, since the show is coming out in a few days! I've also been working on my writing more, hopefully you'll find that it's improved in terms of (x Reader) content. :)

I'd love to interact with more of you & follow more CoD related blogs (writers specifically) since I'll be writing for it too!

Here are some characters I already have (NSFW) WIPs for:

Black Ops

Russell Adler <3 (series in progress)

Frank Woods

Modern Warfare (reboot)

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I'll definitely be open to write for more characters (König, Gaz, Mason etc.) later on and update my masterlist accordingly, so until then, I'll just leave this here :)

See you all soon!

[efingcod]

Lunch Break pt 2

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one | two | three (coming soon)

Word count: 718

Frank Woods x CoD Bell/Mila (or brown-eyed f!reader if you want!)

I think this will be 3 parts, total. The next part probably won't be as short, but 😏 you'll be glad for it, I think.

Should have gotten her number.

Frank knew he should have gotten her number. He thought he was being slick, waiting until the next day. Showing up at the coffee shop in the park like he said he would. Give her a night to think about him. To wonder why he didn’t ask her in the first place.

So, of course, as soon as he walked back into work Hudson wanted to speak with him. Then he was packing up his shit and on a plane two hours later.

That had been, fuck, nearly a month ago.

Her number wouldn’t have mattered in the end. Making a date with her? He would have had to cancel. Give her some lame excuse. Not like he was telling her about what he did for work.

Why was he even thinking about this woman? Because she was pretty? He’d met pretty women before. The fiery personality. Her dark humor. The casual way she had flirted with him.

All right, she was hot.

And he hadn’t even gotten her name.

Frank tossed his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his boot. It was a beautiful day out. Good day for getting a cup of coffee in the park.

He might not even see her, he realized. Maybe she ditched the park. It’d make sense- too many assholes.

Frank reached the kiosk and paid for his coffee. Then he turned towards the seating area. There she was, a different giant book in her hands. A cigarette perched between her fingers.

Fuck it.

He took the table next to her. If she noticed him she gave no sign. He sat at an angle, once again not looking directly at her. But he could see when she took a drag of her cigarette and turned a page in her book.

She blew out the smoke and said, “Thought I scared you off.”

Frank chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

“Nah, just got busy at work, sorry.”

He turned to look at her. She was staring ahead, smoking her cigarette, but she had lowered the book into her lap. She met his eye. Sunlight crossed her face, the dark brown of her eyes now amber. Lit up like the gemstone. She wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful.

He cursed Hudson for pulling him away.

She shrugged and turned back to her book.

“No big deal,” She said.

What had he expected? Her to yell? To have waited for him? Some stranger she had met in the park just once?

But the way she just shut down the conversation like that surprised him. Had he already missed his shot?

“Hey-” He started to say.

She looked up from her book, slowly - as if she was being dragged away from it. When her gaze once again fell on him all he could see was disinterest in her eyes.

Was he now the guy bothering her when she just wanted to read her book?

“Wanted to make it up to you. Would you be interested in going out sometime?” He cursed himself for faltering under the look she was giving him.

Fuck he really was that guy.

“There’s nothing to make up,” She said simply.

Shit.

“Why does every man act like he’s the only one in the whole world?”

“Wait a minute-”

She put her book down on the table and looked directly at him.

“It was harmless flirting.”

She stood up and crushed her cigarette into the ashtray. Then she picked her purse up from the ground and shoved her book into it.

“I thought you were good-looking. And what you did- it was nice. That’s it. Don’t think I’m sitting here waiting for you.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that-”

 “If you were interested you would have acted like it. And now you’re here weeks later? All your options dry up or something?”

She shouldered her bag.

“I’m not the woman you keep in your back pocket just in case. Or when you get around to deciding you’re interested.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Frank sat there dumbfounded, running through the exchange in his head. It was different to be on the receiving end of her ire.

And she hadn’t even listened to what he had to say.

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

My hand slipped several times

ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ʰⁱ

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[obsessedwrhys]

CALL OF DUTY (MOSTLY COLD WAR)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Symbols

fluff = 🦋 , angst = 🪐 , smut = 🍒 , goofy = 🎧

Headcanons:

-None yet-

Stories:

Unforgettable (Frank Woods x F!Reader) / He takes you to Burger Town for the first time 🦋

Series:

-None yet-

[frankwoods]

-oc interview-

 I got tagged by @queennymeria to do this mock interview meme days ago and I couldn’t resist! Thank you so much! I’ve literally been thinking about this non-stop so I finally wrote it down. If Hudson is OOC, I’m sorry! I don’t write for him very often lol.

not tagging anyone bc I’m very late to the party but if you wanna give it a shot, please tag me 👀

[The following transcript is a record of a “psyche” evaluation between CIA Agent Jason Hudson and Corporal Luke Soulages. The following is classified.] 

[The date is April 21st, 1969. Both Agent Hudson and Corporal Soulages have “concluded” their service for the remainder of the Vietnam War.]

LUKE: A “psyche” eval? Didn’t realize you were a doctor Jason.

JASON: Then consider this two friends catching up. 

[Hudson’s face is blank whereas Luke’s eyebrow is raised. A smirk teases at the Corporal’s lips]

LUKE: So we’re “friends” now?

[Hudson notices the brief change of tone in Luke’s voice]

JASON: You pulled my ass out of the fire quite a few times in Vietnam. I would say you earned it.

LUKE: (scoffs) If you were really my friend, Jason, then you would know that I never want to serve again. Let alone as an agent.

JASON: Yet you rose though the ranks quickly.

LUKE: Yeah, cause they all died.

[There a brief silence between the two, and it feels thick and heavy. Two names come to both minds but neither says a word until Agent Hudson begins the interview with clearing his throat.]

Name?

LUKE: Luke Soulages

JASON: You have quite the interesting last name...

LUKE: My father wanted to stand out from the rest of his family.... (Luke scratches the back of his neck) I heard they weren’t good people.

JASON: I understand.

Are you single?

[The two shared a glance. Despite his shades, there is almost a hint of empathy behind the Agent’s eyes.]

LUKE: …..You could say that.

Are you happy?

LUKE: I’m not in Vietnam anymore, so yeah...

Are you angry?

LUKE: Not right now. Ask me again in a few minutes. 

JASON: Elaborate.

LUKE: (huffs) You know where not to go, Agent. That all I have to say about that.

Are your parents still married?

LUKE: No. Both mom and dad went to war during World War II...

[Hudson noticed the pause, looking up from his notepad. Luke looks distant, as if trying to remember something.]

LUKE: Mom came home, Dad didn’t.

JASON: I’m sorry for your loss.

[Luke doesn’t reply]

Birth Place?

LUKE: Palm Beach, Florida. Dad took my Mom to the beaches there to help her relax before I came along. Guess I wanted to see the beach for myself.

Hair Color?

[Luke glares at him]

JASON: Humor me.

LUKE: Dark brown. 

Eye Color?

LUKE: Green

JASON: Reminded someone of the sea.

LUKE: (His eyebrow raised again) How did you...?

JASON: I may have heard the sergeant mention it once or twice.

[ Hudson quickly changes the subject before Soulages could say anything.]

Birthday?

LUKE: March 27th, 1935.

JASON: Making you 34 years old.

Mood?

LUKE: Slightly annoyed.

[Hudson smiles briefly.]

Gender?

LUKE: I’m a man

JASON: Of course you are. Anyone who says otherwise can deal with me.

LUKE: (He gives a genuine smile this time) Now you’re talking like my friend, Baldy. 

Summer or Winter?

LUKE: Summer. Reminds me of the beaches back home. 

Morning or Afternoon?

LUKE: Morning. I like to get a head start on the day

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love?

[There a pause between the two. Hudson notes that the Corporal is shifting in his seat, looking more upset with every moment that passes. Luke is the first to break the silence.]

LUKE: (He is extremely annoyed at this point) What kinda psyche eval is this?

JASON: Just routine...

LUKE: (He taps his right index finger on the table) Bullshit. You think this is the first psyche eval I’ve had seen coming back to the US?

JASON: Of course not. I know you saw everything go to shit. (He pauses.) Along with Sergeant Woods’ death and Captain Mason’s disappearance. (Hudson takes his shades off to look the Corporal in the eyes, mentally noting how soft Luke went at the mention of Woods.) I’m doing this as your friend, Luke.

[Hudson puts his shades back on. He then writes ‘yes’ on his notepad before continuing. He pretends not to hear Luke mutter “shady bastard’ under his breath. Luke notices that Hudson is hiding what he’s writing.]

Who ended your last relationship?

LUKE: (He takes a deep breath in a attempt to compose himself.) He did. He was afraid. And I was too angry to realize the truth.....

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

LUKE: I’m pretty sure I did.

[Hudson notices his answer doesn’t quite match the question but doesn’t push it further.]

Are you afraid of commitments?

LUKE: No.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

LUKE: When I was touring with my band, I had many fans interested in “getting to know me better.”

Have you ever broken your own heart?

LUKE: I suppose I have...

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust?

LUKE: Love. Lust turns to love eventually

JASON: Are you speaking from personal experience?

LUKE: (with a strained smile) What do you think?

Lemonade or ice tea?

LUKE: Ice tea but only if my uncle makes it. 

Cats or dogs?

LUKE: Both. I love animals.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

LUKE: A few best friends. I only want those that accept me around. The rest don’t matter. 

JASON: Would you consider Woods and Mason to be your best friends.

LUKE: (He pauses for a moment.) I do. 

Wild night out or romantic night in?

LUKE: I used to do many wild nights out when I was younger, especially with my band. But I would love a romantic night in.

JASON: With anyone in particular?

LUKE: Not anymore.

Day or night?

LUKE: Night. I enjoy stargazing.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out?

LUKE: Absolutely. I was a troubled teen, especially when my dad passed.

Fallen down/up the stairs?   

LUKE: ( He laughed.) Once or twice. Usually after a gig and several shots.

JASON: Didn’t you also trip once here at the Pentagon too.

LUKE: Well, aren’t you funny, Baldy. 

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

LUKE: (with a strained smile) Yeah, I really wanted this white guitar when I was younger. Literally gave every cent I had to my mom to convince her.

[They both ignore the “someone” part]

Wanted to disappear?

LUKE: ….You could say that. (He paused before taking a deep breath) Especially after I got the draft letter.

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes?

[The Corporal looks away from the Agent, reminiscing almost.]

LUKE: Eyes. Blue ones to be exact. Though I wished I saw him smile more. 

[It should be noted that even though Agent has blue eyes, so did Sergeant Woods.]

Shorter or taller?

LUKE: Doesn’t matter to me.

Intelligence or attraction?

LUKE: Both. I feel you need both.

JASON: Does that apply to all of your past relationships.

LUKE: Of course it does. 

Hook-up or relationship?

LUKE:.....Relationships. Hook-ups always end badly, one way or another. 

JASON: Has that stopped you from hook-ups in the past?

LUKE: (He leans forward with his arms crossed, resting on the table) You’re not doing a good job at winning me over, you know that right?

[Hudson chuckled to himself before writing more stuff down.]

FAMILY

Do you and your family get along?

LUKE: Yeah. Granted it’s just my mom, uncle and I but I love them both dearly. I’d do anything they asked me to. 

JASON: Woods’ would describe you as a “mamma’s boy”

LUKE: And he is... was right.

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

LUKE: Not at all. Even with being drafted, I say I got lucky.

JASON: Elaborate.

LUKE: I was in a band, college was good. I may have lost my dad but my mom and my uncle are still here. And... I got to experience true love at least once.

Have you ever run away from home?

LUKE: Once, when my dad didn’t come home. 

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

LUKE: Nope. Mom knew I was struggling. 

FRIENDS

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

LUKE: I might if he keeps doing this psyche eval.

JASON: So I am your friend.

LUKE: (He smirks.) Don’t push your luck.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

LUKE: Yeah, I guess I do. I don’t have very many friends in the first place. I still have Brandon. The only other band member I talk to is my bass player, Carmen. The rest, well. (He paused) And you know, Woods and Mason.

JASON: What happened to all of your friends?

LUKE: Most moved on and changed. Some said I “betrayed” them by not avoiding the draft. And some... are no longer with us.

JASON: I understand.

Who is your best friend?

LUKE: Brandon. He and I have been inseparable since we were young.

JASON: Until the draft. His father paid to get him out of the draft, correct?

LUKE: (He shook his head in agreement.) Thankfully he welcomed me home with open arms. 

Who knows everything about you?

LUKE: Brandon and my mom. (He paused) Just those two, no one else.

[Hudson doesn’t argue despite knowing better.]

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