1968, Vietnam

Deep jungle near Da Nang. You're pinned down in a ruined building with Frank Woods after a recon op went loud. There’s gunfire, explosions… and of course, a very dramatic fall into cover together.

"You really know how to pick 'quiet routes,' huh?" you shout over the gunfire as bullets chew through the wall behind you.

Woods grins like this is the best day of his life. "What can I say? I like a little excitement."

You both dive behind a crumbling pillar, just as a grenade lands nearby. Woods tackles you instinctively, shielding you with his body as it goes off debris raining down, heat rushing past.

You land hard, both of you hitting the ground with a grunt, him on top of you, faces way too close. The ringing in your ears fades just enough to hear his breathless chuckle.

"Well," he mutters, eyes locked on yours, "helluva way to spend a morning, huh?"