Frank Woods x Reader

Ninteen

"Sims, give Mason a checkup, will ya?", Adler said as soon as he noticed the injury across Alex's forehead. "And you two... don't kill each other while we're out."

Sarcastically, you and Woods snorted.

"Your words mean nothing, Adster.", you said and glared at Woods. "I'll slice his throat whenever I want."

He immediately picked up the hint and rolled his eyes in such a perfectly authentic way that it could have fooled you as well.

"Should I leave my knife with you?", Woods asked and offered Adler the blade. "Strangling this spawn of the devil would be more fun anyways."

You huffed.

"I beg you. Did you really forget that strangling does a lot more with me?"

Woods shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind making you scream."

"Not in that way, old man. Not in that way."

Adler exchanged a glance with Mason.

Grinning, Mason shrugged.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea to get them back together...", he patted Adler's shoulder and joined Sims at one of the tables for his checkup.

Adler turned back to you and Woods.

"If you two got back together just to fuck with my nerves, I'll warn you beforehand.", he raised a finger to point at both of you each. "Don't try me."

You snorted.

"Oh, please, Addy. As if I'd go back to this dick just to mess with you. I could think of at least a dozen easier and more pleasant ways to do that."

Woods curled his lips.

"Like seducing him?", he asked and huffed.

You raised a hand.

"Don't get nasty, old man. I'd take that as a serious insult. You really think I couldn't do better than Adler?"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Don't. You're not any better than him."

"You really want to fight me, don't you?"

Adler sighed.

"I don't know if this is a good or a bad development...",
he mumbled.

You chuckled, satisfied.

"Either way, it's a development, isn't it.", you gave him a pat to the shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me? I've got a brainwashed Russian to handle."

Adler and Woods were left behind.

"You two are an odd pair, you know that?", Adler glanced at the other man from the corner of his eyes.

Woods shrugged.

"Don't expect us to be friends, but you can get off my ass now. We've made up."

"I don't know if I can believe that."

Woods huffed.

"What? You think we teamed up just to fuck with you?"

"You wouldn't get an idea like that. But (Y/N)... knows how to convince you."

A dark shadow crossed the bearded man's face.

"What are you implying?", Woods raised his chin.

But Adler shook it off.

"Go check on the supplies.", he lit a cigarette. "You and Mason got another mission coming up."

He turned away, done with the conversation.