I do not write enough about black ops even though it’s my favorite CoD franchise by far (FRANKEOODS FRANK WOODS FRANK WOODS FRAN K WOODS MY HUSBAND MY REASON FOR LIVING AAUGGHAHUUHA) SO have this one sided Masonwoods drabble i cooked up for my friends a few days ago TEEHEES also don’t tell me it’s ooc i don’t rlly care shrugs
OH and uh this post was written by a minor btw be mindful 👍👍
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Fic idea Frank falling for Mason but Mason’s just (semi unintentionally) using him as a replacement for his wife before and after her death .. sighs …
Mason never thought Frank had feelings for him beyond it being platonic and the two just fulfilling a mutual desire for partnership and companionship (and probably physical touch LMFAOOO) bc hetero is just . The default.
He assumed Woods was straight automatically, and back in the 50’s-60’s a lot of soliders would form at least semi romantic bonds with one another, queer or not, because they were searching for comfort in one another
Frank’s slowly discovering a very forbidden (for the time) part of himself that he’d never gotten to explore bc 1. he never liked anyone enough to realize he was queer and 2. ppl are terribly homophobic, so even if he HAD realized he’d lose everything if other people knew
Things are loonnneelllyyyyy while Mason’s away from his wife so he starts leaning more and more on Frank to fill those gaps bc the man’s his best friend so he just kinda figured having a closer friendship with him would be normal, which starts giving Frank the wrong idea about their relationship once he finally realizes o jesus i might be in love with him what do i do?? What does all this increased affection mean?????? He’s married ???? Hello ????????
it’s more casual at first with longer hugs, lingering touches, grabbing onto one another for reassurance, etc,,,, then things get even more complicated after Mason’s wife dies. He’s so grief stricken that he doesn’t even realize the more intimate/romantic appearing lines he’s blurring and crossing to survive losing her until it’s too late, and Frank’s jst kinda going along with it and helping Mason hide this part of their relationship because he thought that Mason, despite missing his wife, felt the same way and was just indulging more because she was out of the picture
The climax of all this would be them getting drunk and making out (bonus points if it was Mason initiating thinking Frank was his wife curtesy of hallucinations LMAO) which is finally the thing that forces Mason to sober up and realize he’s pushed things too far, leaving Frank heart broken and also horrified bc ??? What ! what do you mean u don’t feel the same we’ve literalky been leaning on each other on long car rides and holding hands and cuddling and you’ve stroked my cheek and held me close and looked at me like i was the only thing that mattered to you !!!! You literally kissed me!! What!!!! This isn’t mutual ?!?? And he also doesn’t know how Mason would react to his queerness because Frank’s only just discovering it himself and they’ve probably never talked abt queerness and how they feel abt gay people bc the consensus in the military is . Gay people r bad
Things are awkward for a while and they slowly just kinda pretend like everything is normal and they don’t talk abt the fact that they were essentially dating for a while on accident and Frank’s hashtag NOT over it, but he’s not gonna ruin their friendship like that,, not when he has the chance to move on and pretend like it never happened all for the sake of not losing Mason bc despite everything he’s still in love with him and values his friendship and that guys basically all he’s got,,,, he can’t help the growing resentment though ,,,
He tries to excuse it for a while because of Mason’s mental illness and his occasional inability to distinguish hallucinations from reality, but then he eventually just starts feeling angry at Mason bc that guy has had a real relationship before. He has a KID. He KNOWS what romance looks and feels like. He should’ve realized and should’ve put a stop to it so much sooner if he didn’t feel the same. Franks never really had the time, interest, or energy to pursue anyone romantically (as far as i can tell in game and from his wiki), so he’s prolly less experienced on what a real relationship is supposed to look like. Mason has like . No excuse for not realizing unless he’s just embarrassingly dense LMFAOO
But at the end of the day, he loves Mason dearly. He refuses to end their friendship, even if it hurts, because losing him would hurt so much more (lol,,).
(Bonus points if Mason sobers up but continues pursuing Woods anyway bc he also doesn’t wanna lose him but he doesn’t know how to come back from all this, and also bc he’s still using Frank cuz after being tortured in Vorkuta and hallucinating a dead man for so long it’s rlly hard for him to be and feel alone lest the hallucinations return)
SIGHH idk man i just want Frank to adore but resent that fuckass for some reason ANYWAYYY
Despite the resentment, David deeply wanted his father present, even making him promise to quit the CIA, showing he didn't want to lose him.
During the events of Black Ops 7 (let's forget about the "problems" of this game), David experienced powerful, almost surreal connections with his "dead" father, suggesting he longed for guidance and presence.
Warnings/Tags: Mature Rating, Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Trauma, Body Horror, Gore, Major Character Death, Brainwashing, Post!Cuba, Pre!Solovetsky, No Solovetsky, Female Bell, Older Man/Younger Woman
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You were observing for days.
Picking apart the papers, the plans, the tools they have at their disposal with Sims. Hawkish tired baggy eyes, always seeming to stray at the itch of your skin that is getting irritated from your nails than anything else. No other outside source. (Nightmare.)
It was hard for the others to cajole you out the cage you built around you, the storage room with the arcade game you used to play with but now is stock still.
Dead. A waste of energy.
(Why are you here again? Ah. Solovetsky. Always about going to Solovetsky. That’s all they need of you. They aren’t your friends. He’s not your friend.)
You even locked yourself in. To keep them out. To keep you in. Concentration. Watching. Planning. Eying.
You had a fire to your ass and this time it wasn’t Adler that caused it, (his hands around your jaw or your throat, squeezing your cheeks together unforgivingly or pressing down warningly to your carotid and air supply, Bell, open the door. He said good work. ) but instead it was your head, your thoughts, the feeling of blood pumping to your ears and grim determination clenching your jaw and hands around the pens and pencils and office supplies you have hoarded in this cage you made yourself.
You ignored how Woods cursed at you and your behavior, but your eyes couldn’t help but study his deep blue. The ocean normally with its high tides to make up for the hurricane of a man, only for it to be swimming in concern and worry on what is causing this frantic episode of yours.
The tornado of a man cursed at you with no intent, looking haggard with tired shoulders as if he was there in the cage with you. Only for them to tense when Adler, who is ice and cool and hard to read and what is that look in his eyes when he stares past your cage and into your face, tells Woods to leave you be, to let you plan the finishing touches needed for the cell tower and you will come out when you decide to.
“Stop babying her.”
“Wha—you conniving fucker,” the hurricane spat at the arctic breeze, dangerous and unbelieving wild grin upon his face. “You ordered her to do this. You think I’m going to let you dig around your dirty shitty claws around her brain again? You used the trigger phrase, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”
(You talked to Woods once, that the trigger would still probably work. The lot of you have no time to deprogram a terrorist. You were concerned, worrying your lip and how easy it would be to become a mindless puppet again. Frank, all grim faced, only tugged you to him with your eyes widening as you met the gear covered chest. Safe . Secure . The immovable mountain and the chaotic hurricane turned firm like a rooted tree that shall never bend. Can you make a home here in these roots? Is he letting you? And a rumble to your ear “You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that. No one will say that sentence again. Until we get you back to Washington and we’ll fix you up, you’ll be able to say the words yourself as easy as you can decode.”)
Face to face.
The storm and ice.
And, despite you wanting to see Frank punch the ever living lights out of Adler again, you stepped out the cage and intervened with a gentle yet firm hand to Woods shoulder before Mason or Sims could, back to Adler who you can feel his eyes on you.
When he glanced down in bewilderment, he met your grateful little smile playing on your lips and a shake of your head.
“It’s okay. He didn’t do any of that. I wanted to.” Woods didn’t seem to believe you, and your hand wandered from his shoulder to his wrist to do a squeeze of his hand. Woods blinked, eyes on the hold before meeting your somber ones. “We need this plan. Adler is right on the importance of this. We need that cell tower. Him and I gotta do this right with all of you. To plan with all of you. ”
Woods face began to sour right when you mentioned Adler. Glancing up to where Adler was only to sour more.
He tugged his hand away and turned his back on you. You tried to not let it affect you. (He always touches you and accepts yours like you accept his. He’s not distant.)
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Just don’t…” his tone lost his gumption when he turned his face back towards you. You can spot his swallow before he waved a hand flippantly, (not the hand you touched. The hand you touched is tucked in his jacket pocket. Like a secret.) before he made a dramatic puff of air out his mouth. “Just don’t fall over dead or electrocute your brain over there.”
The joke fell flat, your brows pinched in concern and your back still itched with eyes on you.
You turned, almost missing the smug smirk Adler had around his cigarette but not missing his upturned brow when he looked at you.
He dipped his head in a semblance of a nod, nicotine smoke around them both as he breathed, “Don’t let him keep treating you like glass. You’re not made of it.”
And off he went, whisking away to his corner of the safehouse.
Your jaw clenched when his scent and presence left you, irritation building at the pretense(How would he know how you wanted to be treated? He doesn’t know you. You used to lick up those small nods as if they were ambrosia, his pride towards you like nectar. He broke you. He can’t tell you what to do.) before you went back to your cage.
Later, after your three day planning confinement, with you and Park atop a nearby building of the cell tower to study the zombie horde and the strange crystals that keep appearing like never ending amethysts, you were questioned by the MI6 agent.
Or what may be left of the MI6.
“Is Woods a wise choice, Bell?”
The question came from left field(Woods taught you that saying) and it made you take off your binoculars, your face twisted into deep befuddlement.
“What?”
Park’s face didn’t change, it was the expression where she expected no nonsense. Her attention on you and not the sniper rifle who has an impressive scope and what she should be using to watch.
“Don’t play the oblivious card, Bell. It doesn’t suit you.”
You were starting to get annoyed at the non answers. (You hate non answers. Hums that don’t mean anything or everything. You’re sick of it.)
“What are you talking about?”
Park huffed.
“This dance you’re doing with Woods. Is it genuine? Or are you trying to get back at Adler?”
Your eyes flashed, your grip on your binoculars tightening.
That’s all it goes back to. Your genuineness.
(Stop lying, Bell. Start again and tell me how you met Perseus.)
“Frank and I are genuinely friends. Just like me and Mason are.” Park’s brows pinched together and you really want to shout at her but you stick with a hissed “What?” instead.
“You’re getting that look in your eyes when you look at Woods. And don’t think we can’t all see how touchy you two are with each other. Especially with what happened earlier.” (You touched Woods hand, yours were gloved. But you still felt it. How warm he can be. The curious inquisitive side of you wanted to know what would happen if your hand was bare, what would the valley of his knuckles feel like? Would it match the mountain of a man?) “Woods is…” Park cleared her throat. “Woods is showing deep care for you. But the last thing we need is something to split the team apart. So. Is it genuine?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, looking through the binoculars again to dismiss her.
“Didn’t you say to give a certain man a wide berth?”
“And I’m glad for you for it. But Bell,” a hand moved stops yours, shifting the binoculars down and you were met with concerned gray eyes, a soft voice. “. . .Adler is the type of man who has a hard time giving over control. Can you honestly say you won’t fall upon his hands again if he asked?”
“Adler,” you spat, fury and rage and vindictive and hot on your chest. It made Park’s eyes widen, which made you blink and deflate and appear like the kicked bunny that you are instead of what you were before. “. . . I know what kind of man Adler is. But. . . Woods is. . . Frank is. . . ” You clenched your teeth, bowed your head. “I. . . don’t want to hurt him. . . He’s been. He’s been kind to me. He makes me laugh.”
Park’s eyes gave you a once over, assessing and scrutinizing before you felt a hand atop your shoulder. A gentle squeeze. You looked up and spotted gentle eyes to match before she focused back on her sniper and looking through it.
“It seems we may have similar taste in men, Bell.”
You glanced at her in pity.
Lazar always found a way to make her laugh.
If they achieve this, create the line again for Washington—to Weaver—than perhaps Park can find someone again.
You and Adler’s plan can’t fail.
(Adler’s protege will make a way.)
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…hahahahahaha… hi?
I’m back in the writing pit of this universe! Thank you to @makeyourpeacenow and @junkyardhound with their wondrous works in AO3 I recently discovered thanks to me trying to scour for Adler x Bell fics again. And that inspired me. And for the BO6 trailer. Where I’m back to wanting the Officially Wanted Man Russell Adler.
May this fire not die until this fic is at least completed. And than maybe I can hop back into my other Adler x Bell fic.
