Frank Woods x Reader

Twenty-Four

With a gesture, Woods caught Bell's attention.

"A patrol is approaching our position. Find a way in.", his eyes jumped down to you for a moment. "We'll follow around."

Understanding, Bell nodded and disappeared into the other direction, towards the huge cube shaped building that rose into the dark night sky.

Woods pulled you into the other direction, towards the gates.

Confused, you frowned.

"What's the deal, old man?", you asked and followed him, gun pressed to your chest.

He stopped behind a pile of barrels and gestured for you to stay hidden as well.

"We'll look for some more info until Bell calls.", he whispered and glanced over his shoulder.

"I should be with him."

"He's being weird."

"I noticed. But I need to go with him."

"Terrible idea."

With a sarcastic grin, you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, and you think us being together is a better idea?"

Groaning softly, he opened a door and pulled you in.

"At least I'm not trying to stab you.", he said, pulled out his binoculars again and looked though a window to memorise the patrols pattern. "Not anymore."

With your back leaned against a wall, you eyed him and chuckled.

"Uh, we're making progress.", you wiggled your eyebrows. "A little more and I'll say yes again if you propose."

He pulled a face.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"I will."

"You don't dare."

But before you could say anything more, a shadow covered you. Struck by surprise, you flinched, only to realise that Woods was towering over you.

With a grim gaze, eyebrows pulled together, his blue eyes looked down on you while his hands rested on each side of your head. Slowly, he came closer, until his slow breath stroked your face.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine.

"Old man?", you swallowed thickly.

You've never been afraid of Woods. He had never given you a reason to fear him.

And yet.

This time, he looked like he was about to set the world aflame. There was so much anger buried inside his icy eyes. There was so much hate.

"Don't say that ever again.", he warned in a voice, so calm, it was enough to freeze the air. "Or I'll make you regret it."

A shivering breath escaped you.

His eyes jumped to your lips.

"I was just joking...", you tried to smile to calm him.

But he remained unmoved.

"Don't."

"I'm sorry."

"You're not."

"I am. Really."

A deep, long breath escaped him.

The warmth of the air kissed your face.

He pulled back, satisfied with that answer and the fact that he had managed to scare you a little bit.