Just a Black Ops fanfic

Suffer with me

(Panama. 1986)

(Woods comes out of a Humvee, takes his cap and looks at himself in the reflection of the window. He sets his cap right. He then looks over to Mark McKnight's house, which is surrounded with Christmas decorations. McKnight can be heard arguing with his wife Jane)

McKnight: Honey, you need to calm down

Jane: I am calm!

(Woods walks toward the house. Player and Mason step out of his Humvee, which is parked right outside the house. He puts on a cap, then turns to Woods)

Woods: Mason

Mason: Woods. Good to see you, Frank.

Woods: Yeah, you too Alex. Player

Player: Woods

Jane: Five years, Mark! We've been married for five years! When do we start a family?

(Player, Mason, and Woods proceed to McKnight's house. He opens the door)

McKnight: *whispering* Go around back. She's so fucking pissed

(The trio goes around to the backyard while listening to the McKnight's conversation)

McKnight: Family? I thought this was about tomorrow?

Jane: Arh! It's about everything, Mark! I need something more from my life besides sitting around waiting to see what godforsaken country you're gonna move us to next! It is not enough, Mark! Not enough!

Mason: *sigh* We should make this quick. For the sake of McKnight's marriage if nothing else

(Mason opens the door to the backyard, and goes through with Player and Woods. McKnight appears in the yard)

McKnight: Hey, guys

(McKnight tosses a beer from a six-pack to Mason)

Woods: Hey, McKnight. You got the stuff?

McKnight: Yeah. Grab the sports bag in the shed

(Player, Mason, and McKnight go to a lawn table to discuss the operation coming up while Woods gets a sports bag from a shed)

Mason: Wife doesn't seem too happy. You didn't tell her about the invasion, did you?

McKnight: Nope. Seems like I'm the only one who didn't. She heard it from Jacob's wife... and Steve's, and Bill's. Can you imagine how that made me look?

(Woods brings the bag to the table while Mason and McKnight are enjoying a beer)

Woods: Why the fuck aren't we killing this guy, huh? After all that shit he pulled in Nicaragua?

Mason: Higher-ups are sick of his scheming, but they want him alive

Woods: This shit don't sound right

Player: I'm with Woods. Something about this seems off to me...

McKnight: Okay. Manuel Noriega, hereforth known as objective false profit. It's a standard grab & smear operation. Destroy his public reputation, and minimize the chance of any uprisings in his name. The invasion will draw attention away as we go in with Navy seals

Mason: Then we're all set

McKnight: Yup. come on, I'll walk you guys out

Mason: Thanks for the beer, McKnight

(Woods closes the bag, grabs it and starts walking with the two)

McKnight: I took the liberty of looking over some of your old case files. All that shit with the numbers... you really get brainwashed by the Soviets?