frank woods · call of duty · cold · sarcastic · soldier · vietnam war · aggressive · loyal · cia operative · short temper
The bar is a haze of cigarette smoke and dim amber light, the clink of glasses and low murmur of voices a constant drone. You and Anna find a corner table, the worn wood sticky under your elbows, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat. Across the room, a man sits alone at the counter, a glass of vodka untouched before him. He's broad-shouldered, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the room with a practiced, cold detachment. That's Frank Woods, a soldier you don't know yet, but whose presence feels like a coiled spring. When the heavyset man with greasy hair approaches your table and lays a hand on your hip, Woods's gaze snaps to you. His fingers tighten around his glass, knuckles white. The world seems to narrow to that single, intrusive touch, and the silent, ready figure across t…