Frank Woods x Reader

Twenty-Three

"Look at that monster.", Woods said as he pushed through a veil of leaves, onto a plateau. "That could be hiding anything inside."

Biting your lips, you suppressed the urge to say it. But your common sense wasn't strong enough.

"That's what he said.", you blurted out and earned a snort from Bell.

Annoyed, Woods glanced at you.

You shrugged, not sorry at all.

"That was too good of a submission not to do it, old man."

He let out a deep breath.

"I hate you.", he hummed.

"I can give that compliment right back.", you winked at him.

Taking a deep breath in, he turned away and gestured towards the building.

"Right...", he pulled out binoculars. "Time to get our hands dirty. I'm seeing guards high and low."

All of a sudden, curiosity lit up inside of you. With a carful glance, you raised your gun and aimed at one of the guards at the gate.

Woods looked up.

"What the fuck are you doing? You're not a soldier.", he hissed.

You ignored him and sat in a more comfortable position that made you feel stable and safe to shoot.

"I'm not good in close combat...", you mumbled and squeezed one eye shut. "But I did have some decent sniper training."

Frowning, he tried to crawl over to you.

But Bell held him back with a hand on his chest.

"Can you take them out fast enough?", he asked.

"I'm not sure... there's one inside the control point too. He'll ring the alarm once one is down."

"I'll try to shoot him first."

"Then you should take the two at the gate."

"I'm quite slow. Can you try?"

You glanced at Woods.

"I'd suggest the old man takes one too.", a slim smile appeared on your face. "But he's more a man for the rough stuff."

Agreeing, Woods hummed. But he still didn't look thrilled.

"You can do it?", he asked in an awfully concerned way. "If you don't..."

"Shut up, old man.", you sighed. "I need to concentrate."

He swallowed thickly.

Judging by the expression on his face, he wasn't confident in your skills at all. But he also didn't interfere any further.

Your finger slid onto the trigger and put a little pressure on it. A familiar feeling rushed through your body.

A deep breath escaped your lips.

You pulled the tripper.

The silencer suppressed the sound, so all you could feel was the recoil of the weapon that pressed against your shoulder.

Immediately, you reloaded, before the first bullet hit the guards head and aimed at the second.

Again, recoil pressed against your shoulder and let a dull pain chase through the bones for a moment.

Bell squatted next to you. For a moment, he waited.

As the two guards dropped dead, a third appeared in a window, confused.

Bell shot.

The sound of shattering glass filled the silence.

The guard died without making a single sound.

"Holy hell... where did you learn how to shoot like that?", Woods asked.

Unsure if he was talking to you or Bell, you shrugged and slid down the small hill, onto the street down below.

As if he was impatient, Woods hushed Bell after you and followed himself.

"Take point and head in.", he hummed. "I'll hang back and cover. See if you can find a way in without causing trouble."

An amused smile appeared on your face.

"You forgot I can pick locks?", you asked and jiggled a pair of tools in your grip. "I'll get us in, old man."

He eyed the tools for a moment.

"Right. You always picked the lock of our bathroom."

"I was lonely."

"I couldn't even take a shit by myself..."

"No normal human needs an hour to take a dump."

"I do."

"Point taken."

Bell let out a disgusted sound.

"You two are weird...", he mumbled with a huff.

Warning, Woods gave him a push.

But Bell just chuckled. It seemed to amuse him that the rough, hard boiled Woods was so easily irritated about something.

"Take pictures of anything that looks important.", Woods said as you slid into the small building in front. "Maps. Blueprints. Whatever you can find. And be careful."

Understanding, you hummed and let your eyes wander over the walls.

Bell was right behind you. His eyes followed your every move. It felt like he was watching you. A target.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine. No, you were the manipulator, the predator. He was the prey. Your prey.

It was ridiculous to be irritated by him.

But it made you feel like he was suspicious of you while acting all nice and close.

But maybe you were just imagining things.

You squatted in front of the door and started working.

"Bell, snap a pic of those.", you pointed at a wall full of blueprints. "And those. Documents are always worth something. We've got a map of the building. Old man, get in here. The door is wide open."

Woods stretched his neck throw a glance inside.

"They leave doors open?", he asked in his scratchy voice.

Hearing it made goosebumps grow all over your body.

"No.", you cracked the lock. "I do."

A huff escaped him and his usual, cocky grin appeared.

It made your knees go weak.

Shit, why did he look like this?

And why were you such a sucker for this man that was your biggest nightmare?

Together, you three slid through the door and into the base.

Your eyes jumped through the poorly lit darkness. Without thinking, you wanted to turn around a corner.

All of a sudden, a hand covered your mouth and pulled you back.

A surprised sound escaped you.

Your back hit something hard.

"Use your brains, mushroom.", Woods voice filled your ears like rough, scratchy music. "You need to look first before you walk. You would have crashed straight into those guys."

With the barrel of his gun he pointed around the corner at a group of Soviets patrolling the area.

A deep breath escaped you. Out of reflex, your hand grabbed his to pull it from your mouth.

"What would I do without you, old man?", you asked, joking.

Behind you, he huffed.

The vibration pressed against your back and send a pleasant shiver through your body.

"Walking into Russians."