Call of Duty Ships

Car Crash (Woods x Fem Reader)

"C'mon, we're gonna be late" you announced as you watched Mason put his hat on and stare at himself, frowning at his reflection. You walk over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh. "Alex, you okay?"

"What if I see the numbers again? What if I never fully recover?" he asks, his voice full of emotion.

"If you do again that's why I'm here, I know how to calm you down. I'm always gonna be here. We'll do it together. Me, you and Woods"

"And that is why you're my best friend, y/n" Mason smiled as he turned to you. Though, he's not just your best friend, you also think of him as your brother.

"Don't forget Woods, if he finds out that you left him out..." you giggled, patting Alex's arm. "Now, Frank is waiting for us about the next mission" you headed for the door.

You walked over to Mason's truck and got in the passenger side, silently waiting. After Mason finally locked up and got into his truck, he turned his head slightly in your direction.

"A bit of dating advice for you" he started the engine as he spoke. "Don't ever take Frank's bandana. Girlfriend or not, he will murder you"

You couldn't stop a giggle escaping your lips. "Somehow I don't think he'd actually kill me" Mason rolled his eyes at you before pulling out of the driveway, headed for Woods' place.

He's let me wear his bandana before anyway, you hid your smirk as you remember that fun, goofy romantic night.

After awhile of driving, you and Mason briefly talked about the next mission, about the Soviet Union.

"The Soviets have gone pretty fucking quiet. They must be planning something, or they're all dead. We'll find out soon enough-" Mason was cut off by a huge impact, you smash your head on the window, instantly getting knocked out.

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When you came to, you groaned at the banging headache, gently rubbing your head but felt something wet. You looked at your hand and saw blood. You looked to your left.

"Alex? No no no! Mason!"

Blood splattered all over the airbag, Mason leant over, a impressive large shard sticking out of his chest. Your eyes widened, you couldn't believe it, one of the best CIA agents and your best friend, killed by something simple as a car crash instead of being killed in action.

Afterwards, you kept going in and out of consciousness, not realising you was being dragged out of the truck to the other side of the road. You looked around at all the people gathered around, looking for any familiar faces, some of the people were already calling for an ambulance. You couldn't cry or sob, you just felt empty, like a part was ripped out of you and killed, you just stared at the now dried blood on your hand, struggling to wrap your head around what just happened, your best friend and best brother you never had before gone, just like that. All you wanted was Frank, to hold you and say everything was gonna be alright.

Looking over towards the mess of the truck, you blinked and suddenly saw Mason stood by the drivers side door, beckoning you over, his lips moving but you couldn't hear what he was saying.

You stand up and starts staggering over but held back by someone that pulled you out of the car crash. Somehow you manage to loosen the man's grip and start walking onto the road, hearing a familiar voice desperately calling your name.

"Mason!" you call out to him but suddenly everything around you goes black and quiet. The large truck that ran you over carries on, leaving your mangled, broken body behind, completely lifeless.

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When Woods found out the devastating news about Mason, he immediately rushed to his truck, he knew he had to see it for himself, and to comfort you. He was told that it was just Mason that died. He sped in his truck, becoming more nervous as he got closer.

As flashing lights came into view, Woods slammed on the breaks and practically threw himself out of his seat, seeing a large crowd and a horrendous crash. He rushed over, calling out for you. Then, just before he started to ask around for you, he saw someone walking towards the road. Frank realised it was you.

"Shit!" he started to weave in and out of the crowd. "Y/n!" there were too many people, he had to start pushing past them.

He felt something grab his arm, someone tried to stop him, the same person that tried to stop you going onto the road.

"Get off me! Don't you touch me!" he pulled away from the person just as you did prior. "Y/n! Stop!" Frank desperately yelled out, his arm stretched out towards you. "No! Fucking damnit y/n! No..." he trailed off as he watched you get hit by a truck, flying into the air and slamming back onto the ground, blood everywhere.

Woods just stared in shock, he fell to his knees, he refused to believe it, Frank looked over to the truck, he saw splattered blood before seeing Mason hunched forward. Tears fell from his eyes, he was never one to cry, but yet there he was, tears falling onto his hands that rested against his legs, staring completely helplessly, feeling utterly useless.
Woods' brother in arms and his girlfriend, the only two people he cared about, gone forever.