#cod frank woods

[liamthemailman]

Flowers from the cold war

and a Bell

Russell Adler as requested by @rekakamado and extra

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Dirty Repentance | Mason/Woods/Adler

Summary: Adler and Mason have an argument that involves fists, and once Woods walks in, they find an unexpected solution.

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: where do I even start, SMUT, anal penetration, threeway, fighting, cursing,fighting, smoking, blood, physical fight, forced blowjob, dubcon, hate sex, putting cigarette out on somebody??, biting, so many gay men, internalized homophobia (don’t worry we solve it)

Minors, do not interact!

A/N: inspired by this thread in the bocw verse, plus I love gay old toxic men. amazing header art by THE lovely talented @puppykong , hope y’all freaks enjoy this shameless smut

Requests are open!

“Bastard-!”

A body hit the floor within the room, Adler was tossed to the floor by a man consumed with the rage of a father, or rather a man who could’ve been a father, though arguably not a good one.

Russell’s hand moved to the desk, pulling himself up while wiping his bloody nose, cheek already aching from a hit he’d taken earlier.

A stapler and cup full of pencils clattered to the floor as Mason shoved Adler up against the desk, holding him by the collar, blood smeared on Alex’s already bruised knuckles.

“You had no right—to keep that from me,”

“Mason, you’re compromised! What choice do you think I had?”

Alex reared his fist back, fury boiling his blood until it was ready to simmer over, prepared to beat Adler within an inch of his life, numbers and voices sizzling at the edge of his vision, when they both suddenly paused everything at a voice.

“Fuck’s going on in here?”

Woods.

He must’ve rolled in here when they’d been…occupied, the creaking of the floors going unnoticed. Frank raised a brow at the sight in front of him, the compromising stance he’d caught them in, smeared in each other’s blood, beating the shit out of each other—it wasn’t too unlike Mason and Woods’ own bedroom ventures.

Maybe that was why Alex knew he saw the familiar hint of desire in Frank’s dark eyes, or recognized his pants growing tighter by the second.

Mason turned down at Adler, who was still beneath him on the desk, and they both met each other’s eyes, even beneath the other man’s sunglasses, he knew they shared the same idea.

Hell, they hated each other, but they couldn’t ignore the opportunity just sitting in front of them.

Even Adler couldn’t keep his usual indifferent air about him, a gleam of interest behind those glasses.

“Anyone gonna fuckin’ answer me?”

“I always thought you were more of a visual learner, Woods.” Adler smoothly intercepted, tilting his head just a bit to the side as if to gauge the seated man’s interest.

Frank looked to Mason, as if wondering if they’d both really fallen this low, and in response, Alex only moved both of his hands to Adler’s throat, sliding up to grab his face, not gently, before slamming his lips into Adler’s.

Oh, it wasn’t a gesture of affection. More of a challenge.

Alex was mean, from the way he kept Adler shoved down against the desk, even as he squirmed and tried to shove him off, hands poking at sensitive spots on Alex’s body, failing to make him quit.

Finally, Russell decided to play the same game, forcefully shoving his tongue through Mason’s lips, not being phased by the feeling of teeth biting down on it or the taste of blood.

This time, they heard the wood creaking as Woods made his way over, the man grabbing a handful of Mason’s hair and yanking him back, nearly giving Alex whiplash as his head spun. Woods grabbed him by the neckline of his shirt, this time yanking him into what was more a messy exchange of saliva than a kiss, tongues intertwining, only halfway in each other’s mouths.

Adler grabbed his belt, tugging the metal clasp forward and yanking it loose, zipping his fly down with a desperation rarely ever seen. He had a carefully curated image, but right now, that image was miles away.

He yanked his boxers down, grabbing his dick and pulling it out, gathering a wad of saliva in his mouth and spitting down, landing on the angry, red tip as he stroked it, hips tilting themselves just a bit forwards where he was on the desk.

His brows furrowed, eyes temporarily closing as he swore, he hadn’t been this hard in quite a while, not without the help of a box of Viagra.

When the two separated, Woods was left with spit smeared on his beard, looking damn proud of it too, as Mason reached over and picked the man up with a shocking strength that gave his cock its own heartbeat.

“Easy,” Frank grunted, being eased onto the floor, legs just vaguely having enough feeling for him to know they were heavy as lead. It didn’t help he was directly fucking in front of Russell shamelessly stroking his dick.

Adler reached forward, grabbing Woods by the hair and yanking his face forward, prying his mouth open with a finger and sliding his dick in.

“Fuck.”

Adler swore, his cock being surrounded by the wet, heavenly warmth of Woods’ throat, pleasure sparking up his veins as he tested his luck, pushing just a little more forward, Frank’s Adam’s Apple bobbing, until Russell felt teeth at the base of his dick.

Maybe Woods had gotten tired of inhaling the musky scent of Adler’s pubes, (the curtains did match the drapes, and no, Frank Woods wanted a goddamn candle of the smell), or decided to be a little bastard, but he’d taken a bite.

“Fucking—bitch!” Adler yelled, tugging Frank away by his hair, which earned a hearty chuckle out of Mason who stood behind Woods, having tugged his thick dick out minutes ago.

Alex leaned down over Wood’s shoulder, pulling his lover’s face gently over to face him.

“Play nice,”

Mason murmured, the smirk on his face saying the opposite, as he slipped his cock between Woods’ lips for only a moment, knowing he needed proper lubrication, slipping out only to readjust behind Frank while Adler lit a cigarette, letting it hang loosely out of his mouth.

Alex yanked Wood’s pants down with a familiar ease, finger drifting down to the man’s puffy hole, easily sliding in a finger, remnants of their adventures only a night or two ago.

“Atta’boy,” Mason murmured, settling his head on Wood’s shoulder lightly, slowly letting his dick replace his finger, sliding in, watching Frank’s face contort from discomfort to pleasure, that familiar haze over his eyes settling in as Woods’ jaw relaxed, a slurry of words slipping out like always.

“Jesus—yeaaah..”

Adler, taking advantage of the state the man was in, decided on pulling Frank back onto his cock, watching with a curious gaze how he didn’t seem to fight back as much. One hand firmly held Woods by the hair, keeping his mouth on the base of Russell’s dick, the other casually shuffling in his pocket for a box of cigarettes.

“Just needs a bit of dick in him, and he settles right down.”

Adler commented, eyes flicking down to Mason, watching the man thrust up, seeing how Alex knew the spots that would make his lover tick.

Surely enough, Woods was moaning around Adler’s dick, the sensation making his hips buck up unwillingly as he shakily lit the tip of his cigarette.

Placing it in his mouth, he let his eyes shut a bit, grinding mindlessly against Woods’ mouth, savoring the sweet, wet suction he was getting from it until Frank pulled away.

“Mason—can’t,” Frank gasped, groans escaping his sore throat, voice thick with raspiness. His arms came up, wrapping around Adler’s hips, and even Russ knew to appreciate the sight of Woods’ muscular, tattooed arms covered with glistening sweat.

“You can, and you will.”

Alex spoke, voice firm but not cruel, no, that was saved for Adler.

“Did I say you could stop?” Adler raised a brow, and when Woods looked up at him, baby blues peeking through eyelashes clumped with tears, one ever so slightly shut more than the other, Russell almost crumbled.

But he didn’t.

Taking a deeper inhale of his cigarette, he held it between two fingers, leaning down and grabbing Mason by the jaw, yanking him forward.

He abruptly hooked a finger into Alex’s mouth, yanking his jaw open despite the other man’s surprised look, and forced their lips together, blowing sweet cigarette smoke onto Mason’s tongue.

And Adler didn’t shove Woods’ back down, oh no, he let Frank watch, meeting his eyes through the entire kiss, watching the way Mason’s hips jerked forward, Frank’s legs shaking and nearly spasming.

They were close, Adler knew.

When he finally released Mason, he took one last breath of his cigarette, watching Woods this time place a hand on Russell’s dick and crudely stroke it, mouth going to nip at his balls (something he’d never admit to enjoying a bit more than just thoroughly, and may have brought him embarrassingly close to climax).

He took his cigarette, trying to stave off his climax as long as possible, and snuffed it out right on an old scar on Wood’s freckled shoulder.

The domino effect he witnessed was nothing short of pure pornography, if a bit comical, as Woods groaned like he was getting paid for it, grip tightening around Adler’s waist, cumming in his pants like the bastard he was.

Mason let out a shaky gasp, and a curse muffled into Woods’ opposite shoulder that he’d leaned down and bitten into. He gave a few quick, unpaced sloppy thrusts into Frank, before his arms circled Woods’ torso, easing the man up.

“I ain’t done yet.”

Frank spat, giving Alex a clear look, and a cursory glance at his hand around Adler’s throbbing dick. Oh, Russell was close, but if he would cum to anything tonight, it would not be one of Frank Woods’ notoriously bad handjobs.

Mason must’ve seen straight through him, and the thick shades he wore, because he only gave Woods a small smirk.

“Don’t worry, he’ll have plenty of fun in bed.”

And plenty of “fun” he had.

That night, he was up for almost an hour with more dick in him than he thought he’d ever had in his entire lifespan, bite marks and hickeys left splattered across his neck like accusations of the sins of the night, his hair tousled, glasses on the floor as well as his clothes.

When he woke in the morning, he found himself smashed between a cuddling Mason and Woods, the both not seeming to mind the massive roadblock between them.

He went to speak up, finding that his vocal cords simply refused to function, throat sore beyond belief from the screaming (in horror, pleasure, and pure fear) of the night.

Oh, and those weren’t the only repercussions of his actions. He went to slip out from between them, only to find his dick and ass sore beyond belief from what he could only imagine had been done to him.

Especially between the periods when he’d blacked out.

The final nail in the coffin came when he finally managed to get on the edge of the bed and went to stand after recovering at least his pair of boxers (though he wasn’t sure the stains would come out in the morning), and he fell flat on his face.

Not only that, but his legs hurt worse than they ever had in ‘Nam, and Woods shifted in the bed, looking at him and barking out a laugh.

“How’s it feel, dipshit?”

The smug look on Frank’s face was almost enough for Adler to attempt getting up solely to punch him in the nose.

Mason groaned, shifting up in the bed, and looking at Adler, then at the curtains, the sun barely peeking over the horizon.

He was grabbed by two threateningly strong arms, and dragged back up into the bed, narrowly snatching his glasses and putting them back on.

“Too early for this shit, go back to sleep.”

To a man like Russell Adler, ‘going back to sleep’ was out of the question. However, it was also out of the question when Mason nonchalantly kicked Adler’s boxers off, slipping him right back into the huddle.

“No clothes in the bed. He doesn’t budge on that rule.”

Frank informed Russell, his face completely serious, if not a bit comically grave.

Adler was used to keeping his distance, getting cheap fucks and running so his mistakes couldn’t keep up with him, feeling the regret of the night wash over him as well as the headache from a hangover, that the emotion he felt in that moment, something warm blooming in his chest, was unusual.

Foreign.

But he found that, nestled between Frank’s burly chest, the man’s face resting comfortably on his shoulder, and Alex’s strong arms wrapped around him and scruff tickling his face, he was comfortable.

Maybe he’d just rest his eyes.

Just for a moment.

[mangamithedragon]

Frank Woods (Call of Duty: Cold War 2020)

[daordinarylinchen]

on december twentieth nineteen eighty nine nothing happened in panama

[wildmayhemz]

Frank Woods x reader Angst

This was hard to write and I definitely did cry at least once in the process…

You're having nightmares at the safe house, but no worries—you have Frank again. Well, sort of. The thing is, he's been distant the past years since he lost his legs, and you're not sure if he actually wants to talk to you at all anymore. So, after you get the courage to go to the mission room, knowing that’s where he was sleeping.

Peeking into the room, you see Frank sitting up against the wall on the cot, eyes shut, arms crossed. Hearing footsteps, he looked over to the large doorway. He still wasn't used to seeing you again, but Frank knew why you had come to him in the middle of the night. After all, he wasn't immune to the effects of war, and you used to seek comfort in each other before he shut you out.

You stood there looking at each other until he rolled his eyes and lifted his blanket, offering you what little room the cot he had left. Before you lay down next to him, he had to take a couple moments to shimmy down the flimsy makeshift bed. As hard as it was to be around you again, it was even more challenging when he had to do things ‘differently’ now. But if you cared or noticed, you didn't say anything and let him get comfortable, at least as comfortable as he could.

He tried calming his racing heart, but it just got worse when you settled against him. How long had it been? Too long. Way too long. Your nerves were at the same level as his. Feeling him against you once again was a little emotional. Shutting your eyes to try to calm down. There’s a dull ache in your heart, knowing he still trusts you even if he doesn’t want you to see him like this.

You cling to him tighter, scared he’ll change his mind and tell you to leave. Your head on his chest tells you his heart is beating the same way. After minutes of silence, you move your leg onto him to get a little more comfortable, asking him, “Is this ok?” Referring to your leg on his, he hums, not wanting to think about what made him leave you, but it's enough of an answer for you to stay.

He was tense, which ultimately was like him, but it was a different kind of strain. Only getting older and now unable to walk was starting to make living more and more painful. Something that his muscles recognized. He thought he had trouble sleeping before, but now it was impossible. Not just because of the disability but because he pushed the only thing that gave him comfort away.

Soft and tenderly, sinking into his side like you did years ago shouldn’t be this painful. For the first time in a long time, it wasn't his legs that hurt the most. It was his heart.

If only he wasn't so prideful.

If he wasn’t stubborn.

If he’d just ask for help, for once.

But then… he wouldn’t be Frank Woods. So you stayed quiet, letting the battle of both your emotions wage war on each other as you held on tight to one another. Basking in the heat of the hot blood pumping through his veins. Proof that he was still here, still alive. It wasn’t fair to be mad at him.

A quick gasp out of your lungs as a rough hand grabbed your arm and pulled the weight of you almost entirely on top of the man. “I’m not made of glass, sweetheart.”

Looking up with wide eyes, you saw his own unmoving from the ceiling. It was his first time speaking to you directly since you got to the safe house. Cautiously resting your head into the dip of his neck, the sudden movement was a reminder of how strong he really was. And the nickname, well, it just put more heat into your pumping heart.

Rubbing his chest, you nuzzled into his neck, blinking back tears. Slowly, you bring the hand feeling over his steadily increased heartbeat to his face. Scratching his beard on the side of his jaw, he turned his head toward you and finally pierced you with icy eyes.

He shouldn’t have pushed you away, but he couldn’t change the past. He knew that all too well. Having you here at the Rook suddenly wasn’t a punishment. Having you against him again was the most healed that Frank had felt in years.

Not that he’d ever admit that…

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.

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[sleepyelliee]

गुज़ारिश.

♡ SUMMARY... you're not exactly sure how you managed to capture the hearts of three deathly men, but now they are stuck to you like glue.

♡ CAUTION..., PTSD mentioned, clingy behavior, arguments, no "y/n" used, lmk if I missed anything else!

TU MERI ADHURI PYAS PYAS... You're not exactly aware how this attraction from the group of men began, but you believe it started when the blonde smoker's eyes lingered on you for a little too long compared to when he is with others. However, Mason and Woods try to invite you out whenever they are off of work or help with a party that you don't recall telling them about.

TU A GAYI MANN KO... Whenever you spoke to them, you watched what you're saying, but somehow, they managed to pick up on things that other people won't. It was a little strange, but you tried to convince yourself that they were trained to be observant. After all, if you were that traumatized, your guard would be up as well.

RAAS RAAS... You played off your suspicions by assuming that they were a group of attentive men, but you noticed that they don't do it with other people who try to grab their attention. Adler, or now Russell, because he had given you permission to use his first name by stating that you were friends and there was no need to act so formal. You know he hasn't done this with anyone since his reputation speaks otherwise.

ABB TOH...It was a series of small gestures from Russell when he would bring your favorite cigarettes, then Woods volunteering to help you with reports, and Mason cutting off your workload by using his Captian role and achievements.

AAJA PAS PAS... It depends on how accepting you are to them when it comes to drinking with them. If you decline, they understand, but the relationship is barely built due to their different personalities they display at work and when they are comfortable with someone. If you agree to go, the three men become more relaxed around you.

HAIN GUZARISH... Russell has no problem in buying you expensive sari's, lehenga's, bindiya, kangana's, literally anything. Do you want a new set of jhumkas? It's already waiting in your house. He's aware he is expensive, and he wants his "girl" to be lavished up as well, even if you don't know that you're his girl yet.

HAIN HAAL TO DIL... Mason is a tough man to crack. He has seen horrors, numbers, and voices that kept him up at night. It feels like he is unpredictable, and it leads you into arguments that could've been avoided if he chose his words correctly. Unfortunately, Woods will always choose his bestfriends side and engage in the argument. Russell won't get involved, but you are aware that he is siding with the grumpy Captain.

KA TANG TANG..."I'm sorry," is the word that's not a part of their vocabulary. They apologize with other methods that consist of inviting you out frequently, buying you food, and if they are feeling extremely guilty, they'll send you an expensive paayal set.

TU RANG JA MERE RANG RANG... Russell doesn't like to share. When you are in his arms, it's going to stay like that for a couple of hours. Mason and Woods are more open to sharing time with you. You could be kissing Woods and then feel Mason's hands hold your hips behind you, or be squished between the two while cuddling.

thank you so much for reading ! please do not copy, translate, or post my work on any other platform! MASTERLIST

[wolverinecore]

Yall … New Frank Woods skin in codm im going feral

[true1ight]

pov: you're being chased by Woods in the jungle

[imjustsocute]

Has Lisette ever told anyone about Wood’s little accident with the mannquin or did she keep it to herself?

Don’t worry she’s a master of keeping secrets.

[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"

[ask-woods]

Recent op in Russia, Mason and I had a few beers and some fun. (Mason’s is the shitty high lookin one)

Just about took me out to get ahold of some carrots, forgot about that part for a hot minute there.

@bell-askblog Join us next time? Other than a massive hangover I’d say it was pretty damn nice. Might get the stick up @ask-adler ‘s ass to budge, finally.

[holy-crap-i-am-russell-adler]

Woods: "Mason, I'm trying to sneak around but I'm so dummy ticc and the clap of my ass cheeks keep on alerting the KGB agents."

Mason: *Covers his face with his hands, trying not to burst out laughing.*

Hudson:

Adler:

[qwimblenorrisstan]

tw: murder, death, canon typical violence, maggots, rotting corpse, terrorism

Thinking about how despite popular theory, it wasn’t Mason who went back and collected Bell’s body, giving it a quick and easy burial just to satisfy his mind’s craving to care for somebody like him.

No, it was Woods.

Woods was the one to go back out to Duga, collect Bell’s rotting, cold, and pale corpse, probably ignore the few maggots and decomposers already feasting on it, and carefully move them to an area to give a proper burial.

He’d spend the night using a small shovel, the best he could drag out, digging a grave to lay Bell in. He’d take care with it too, laying large stones in the bottom, to try and keep the body from sinking into the dirt for as long as possible.

Yes, Bell was a terrorist. And a traitor. Half of Europe was now dead because of them.

But Bell was too much like Mason for Woods to not do anything, to not secure him in the ground, to make sure his death would at least be honored, even if his final decision wasn’t honorable in his eyes.

He’d spit on the grave after, but he would dig one.

And with each shovel of dirt back into the hole, he felt the nagging thought of this being how Mason could’ve easily ended up growing stronger, how they were too similar, really.

Imagine how he’d feel after Panama, his karma for burying a foreign soldier coming back to bite him when he can’t find Mason’s body, it was never recovered, and all he has left is memories and the grave of somebody familiar, a ghost of his lover, though Bell could never truly be Mason.

Still. On a bad day, you can find him wearing dog tags. The main metal parts, the identifiers, always tucked beneath his shirt, because he’s afraid when he looks, the name will be “Bell”, instead of Alex Mason.

[mangamithedragon]

Frank Woods in a helicopter (Call of Duty: Cold War 2020)

[daordinarylinchen]

commission🐯🐻

[a-mason]

[ @ask-woods ]

[honestly wouldn't be surprised if this happened.]