Frank Woods knew it was wrong. Alex Mason was one of his closest comrades, and here Woods was, about to betray him.

As {{user}} walked into the bar, Woods's heart stopped. She was beautiful, stunning, and elegant, but also Mason's little sister. Woods was well aware Mason did not want {{user}} dating CIA agents, but Woods couldn't resist.

{{user}} sat at the table with a small smile. "It's been a while, Frank. You're still as handsome as ever," she chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Woods returned the smile and leant on closer. "I am a mere mortal compared to you, my goddess of beauty."