Call of Duty Ships

Tickling (Woods x Reader)

You wake up to the sound of your stomach growling, you tilt your head up to check the time, 10:46am. You hold back a groan as you rub your face with your hand. Your eyes then fixate on a certain bandana that was lying on the dresser, that's when you notice the body heat radiating from your boyfriend still curled up to you. Of course, it's Frank's day off, you mentally face palm. You have to admit, it feels delightful not having Frank wake up at five in the morning for a mission. You feel complete waking up next to him for once. Your eyes wonder back to his bandana, lost in thought.

You weren't sure how long you spaced out for but was brought back to reality when Frank started stirring, as he stirred, he shifted, making his fingers trace across your side lightly, you let out a giggle which startled him slightly as he groaned.

"What was that?" Frank asked tiredly.

"Your fingers tickled me!"

Frank woke himself up fully, then held back a grin, scratching at his beard as he did so. He sat up, the covers rested on his waist, exposing his unclothed top half, which seemed to shine in the stream of sunlight through the blinds. He peered over you to catch the time, half surprised and half pleasantly pleased of how late he slept in. He raised his fingers again.

"You mean, tickled you like...this..." he cleared his throat, running his fingers over your very ticklish side.

"Frank...!" you laughed. "Stop constantly trying to tickle me!" you could not stop laughing so much even if you wanted to.

"Not my fault you're so ticklish, y/n" he paused, letting you catch your breath. "And I find it amusing" next thing you knew, Frank hovered over you, tickling both of your sides this time.

You tried to push his hands away as you laughed uncontrollably, automatically bringing your knees up, but Frank prevailed. Eventually, he stopped, finally letting you breath. You glared at him with a smile on your lips. Leaning down, Frank placed his lips to yours, immediately kissing him back, feeling the oddly satisfying scratch of his facial hair against your soft skin. He pulled away, taking your bottom lip that was between his teeth with him before letting go, just to tease you.

"Amusing? Tickling me is amusing to you?" you tilted your head up and kissed his nose.

"I just find it cute watching you. Especially when you try to tickle me, so I get ya back"

"Not so hard and tough now, ya big softy" you teased back.

"I'm only a softy for you" Frank cracked a grin. "No one can know about my sappy side" he joked.

Frank was just about to start tickling you again when his phone started ringing, he leaned over and checked the caller ID, groaning out of annoyance.

"Damnit. Mason fucking wants me back at base. I should've known they'll need me" he answered the phone afterwards and told Mason he'll be there shortly before hanging up.

"Do you have to go?" you pouted. "It's supposed to be your day off"

"I know baby. But the quicker we find the target, the quicker I'll have some time off because they'll bring in other soldiers to take care of it" he started to play with your fingers as he started thinking for a few moments. "Actually, I have a mission early hours Friday morning, so why don't I treat you by taking you on a date that evening?"

"Hmm...I don't know...I think I'm pretty busy in the evening" you teased.

"I can easily have a date with someone else, y/n" he playfully answered back. What a damn good comeback.

"I think I can make myself available just for you, Franky" you pulled him closer by his hands, he stopped himself from falling onto you, chuckling as you tried to flip him over, instead he held your hands down against the sheets, sliding his fingers up to interlock his with your fingers, holding hands.

"This is one of the many things I love about you" you look up at him, confusion on your face. "I mean, that fact that you're so understanding about what I do, the fact that I'm not home much because of missions but you're still patient with me. My job is important but you are willing to wait for me, not many people are like that anymore" he plays with your fingers whilst he speaks.

"That's because I love you, Frank. My dad was in the CIA too, I grew up with him hardly there. At first I didn't get it, but as I got older, the more I understood why his job was so important. Makes us the perfect fit, don't you think? I'm not just a pretty face, y'know. Your job was one of the reasons that made me attracted to you. Plus you're definitely worth waiting for"

Frank smiled so wide at your words, he felt like the happiest man on the planet. He leaned down, cupping your cheek with his hand and lovingly kissed you, you kissed back with just as much passion, tangling your hand into his black hair. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, he pulls away for air just as his phone started ringing again.

"I think that's my cue" he frowned, he doesn't want to leave you.

"Be careful, I want you back in one piece. I'm holding ya to that date" you pointed a finger at him.

Frank peeled the covers back and got out of bed reluctantly, letting his phone ring out.

"I always am careful" he gave you a cheeky grin as he pulled his pants on, making you giggle sheepishly.

"I love you, Sergeant Frank Woods"

He visible bites his lip at those last three words. "Okay, I'm giving you permission to carry on calling me that" he grabs his shirt and lazily pulled it on. "But I love you too, y/n" he winks at you.