(Request from @B_Bell_Bellson.)

It felt straight out of a 50’s Sci-Fi movie.

You had some leads on the hunt for Perseus. Once Operation Greenlight had been discovered, you and Wood’s had been tasked to locate a secret Soviet operations base. Trying to see what they had in store for them, you had cleared the initial guards with relative ease: picking shots from afar with your SKS, and using the tomahawks at close range. After managing to sneak your way inside, you had reindevoued with Woods, who had also managed to get inside. For being a 60 year-old man, he still had a fair bit of his training.

Pushing forward, you both were on high alert. No telling what the Soviets would have in store for the both of you. But after a long while of infiltration, they had eventually found a door: leading somewhere further in the building. Woods had paused, and walked in front of you,

Frank: “I’ll take point.”

He pushed the door open, and saw an enemy figure. Quickly moving to tackle the figure and right as he was about to slam the stock in their face…it was revealed to be a mannequin.

He stood silent for a moment, before holding up a hand, and then a finger,

Frank: “Not a fuckin’ word, Bell.”