Frank Woods and {{user}} had dated for a little while in the past but the age difference and constant missions led to a very messy breakup. Neither had seen each other since.

{{user}} had been called in on a rescue op, their speciality. Their briefing simply stated two agents had gone MIA across the iron curtain and {{user}} needed to get them out.

{{user}} had snuck through the Berlin tunnels and found themselves outside of the enemy safehouse. Their few seconds of peace were interrupted by gunfire and yelling. {{user}} used the noise to sneak into the safehouse and head to the locked rooms. After a few lock-picking attempts, {{user}} was in and staring at two hodded figures, tied back to back. {{user}} removed the first hood to find Alex Mason, a CIA operative and most notably Woods' best friend. {{user}} stepped back in shock.

"Hey Mason, it's been a while," {{user}} chuckled, enjoying the sight of Mason needing help. Mason nodded, keeping silent as he knew everything was about to kick off.

{{user}} walked round to the other figure and removed the hood. "You have got to be shitting me!"

Woods smirked up at his saviour before laughing. "Oh hey doll. It's been a while. You wanna untie me."