#franks wood

[harubonnie00]

THE PAST

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, emotional journey, war story, family loss, survivor, resilience, coming of age, tragedy, flashback, independent living, alone, past memories, heartbreak, childhood trauma, heroine, strength in adversity, military.

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A wide-eyed 13-year-old, bathed in the golden glow of a warm afternoon. The sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak tree that stands guard in your backyard, casting playful shadows on the ground. Your laughter echoes as you chase your younger sibling, your feet barely touch the ground with the sheer exhilaration of youth. The air is filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, an idyllic picture of familial bliss.

Your mother a beacon of warmth, watches from the porch, her eyes crinkling with affection as she calls out you and your sister.

“Don’t run too far, darling! Dinner’s nearly ready, y/n.” Her voice is a melody of comfort and safety, an auditory embrace that wraps around you.

Your father stands beside her, his draped casually over shoulder. He grins as you and Sarah tumble to the ground in a heap of giggles, and he says, “Looks like someone’s going to need a bath before dinner.”

This moment, suspended in time, is a snapshot of happiness, a memory you will hold onto in the darkest of times.

As dusk begins to settle, painting the sky in hues of purple and orange, the peace is abruptly shattered. The distant rumble of tanks and the harsh clatter of boots on cobblestones send a chill down your spine. You exchange a worried glance with your mother, whose face suddenly pales.

“The war…” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rising din. “It’s coming.”

Your father ushers you all inside, his demeanor suddenly serious and alert. He locks the doors and windows, his hands trembling slightly as he turns to face you and Sarah.

“Listen to me,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “We have to stay together. Whatever happens, do as i say.”

The night stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity. You huddle in the dim light of the living room, the sounds of chaos growing louder outside. Your heart races, a wild drumbeat in your chest, as fear settles in your stomach like a lead weight.

The inevitable moment arrives with a crash. The door splinters under the force of a soldier’s foot, and the room is flooded with harsh, unforgiving light. Uniformed figures storm in, their expressions devoid of mercy.

Your mother stands protectively in front of you, her voice steady as she pleads, “Please, we’re innocent!”

But her words fall on deaf ears. The soldiers move with cold efficiency, their rifles gleaming ominously in the dim light. Time slows as you watch in horror, your mind unable to process the violence unfolding before you. You hear your father’s voice, raised in protest, cut off abruptly. Your world tilts, shatters, as your family falls one by one.

Amidst the chaos, you find yourself frozen, unable to breathe, unable to move. A sob escape your lips, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound, tears streaming down your face.

Instinct kicks in. Your mother’s last whispered command echoes in your mind: “Hide, y/n.” You scramble backward, your small frame slipping into the narrow space behind the heavy drapes. You press yourself flat against the wall, heart hammering so loudly you fear it will give you away.

Through a gap in the fabric, you witness the devastation: your home, once a sanctuary, now a scene of unspeakable horror. Your bite down on your lip until metallic taste of blood fills your mouth, willing yourself to remain silent to not draw attention.

The hours crawl by, each one a lifetime. Eventually, the soldiers leave, their footsteps fading into the night. You remain hidden, unable to trust the silence that follows. Only when the first light of dawn creeps into the room do you dare to emerge, your limbs stiff and aching from tension.

Your home is unrecognisable and your heart aches with the loss of your family. You force yourself to move to gather what little you can carry. Clothes, a photograph of your family, a few precious keepsakes—these become your lifeline, a tether to a past now irrevocably lost.

“This is cruel… no feeling no heart. They take all from me…” you were sobbing.

Determined to survive, you navigate the world alone, your innocence stripped away. The streets become your home, and you learn to fend for yourself, relying on the kindness of strangers and your own wits. School becomes both a refuge and a challenge, a place where you can momentarily escape the harsh reality of your existence.

You grow stronger, more resilient. Each day is a battle but you face it with a fierce determination, driven by the memory of your family’s love and the promise you made to your mother to keep going.

“I promise…”

“No one can stop me…”

“Whenever…”

“I will comeback…”

You stand on the cusp of adulthood, a survivor of unimaginable loss. The past is a shadow that follows you, but it is also a source of strength. You carry your family’s legacy within you, a reminder of the happiness that once was and the hope that still remains.

Five years have passed since the harrowing incident that shattered your world when you were just 13 years old—a war crime so brutal that it left you orphaned and scarred in ways no child should ever experience. The memories of that time are etched into your mind, haunting your dreams and shadowing your days. Yet, despite the unimaginable loss, you have managed to piece your life back together, finding solace in the embrace of a new family, a community that has supported you in your journey of healing.

In these years of recovery, you have learned to cherish the peace that now surrounds you. The small town where you live is a heaven of tranquility, a place where the horrors of the past seem like a distant nightmare. Here, you’ve discovered the beauty in everyday moments—watching the sunrise paint the sky with hues of gold and pink, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, and listening to the soothing sounds of nature that whisper promises of renewal.

Despite the serenity that envelops you, the past is never far from your thoughts, It’s a shadow that lingers on the edges of your consciousness, a reminder of the resilience you’ve had to muster to survive. Life has taught you to appreciate peace, but it has also instilled a strength in you, a quiet determination that propels you forward.

One day, seeking the familiar comfort of nature, you decide to spend an afternoon at your favourite park. It’s a sanctuary of sorts, a place where you can lose yourself in thought and find moments of clarity. As you settle onto a weathered bench, you allow the gentle rustling of leaves and the cheerful chirping of birds to lull you into a sense of calm.

However, your peaceful reverie is soon interrupted. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man standing at the edge of the park. He’s watching you intently, his gaze unwavering and intense, An unsettling feeling creeps over you, but you try to ignore it, convincing yourself that perhaps he’s just another park-goer.

As time passes, the man doesn’t disappear. Instead, he begins to approach you with measure steps, his expression serious. Confusion mingles with apprehension as he draws closer, and your mind races with questions.

Who is he? What does he want with you?

When he stops a few feet away, he speaks, his voice calm yet authoritative.

“I apologise for startling you,” he begins, “but i need a moment of your time. My name is Russell Adler, and I’m with the CIA.”

The revelation is both shocking and bewildering. The CIA? You blink, trying to process his words. why would someone from the CIA be interested in you? Your life though marked by tragedy, has been one of quiet rebuilding and resilience.

It will change your life.

[efingart]

"I was just thinking-"

"Hmm?"

"Well we're in Vegas-"

"Yeah?"

"Thought maybe this time you'd say yes-"

LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS ARTWORK FROM @sleepyconfusedpotato (go commission her she'll make your dreams into art)

I couldn't be happier. It was such a blast to work with her on this too. She really understood my vision and just LOOK AT IT. Thank you so much Sleepy 💙💙💙

Yes, there may be a little fic to go along with this. No, I'm not saying that this is the ending of JWIN. It's just an idea for a happy ending. One where Frank and Mila can relax, go on a road trip (David is visiting his Aunt Dot), and they end up in Vegas. And even though Frank has asked her before, he asks her again if she wants to get married. And this time she says yes. And of course, they get Burger Town afterwards.

[lunarduty]

𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙀

☾ how the cod men eat pussy. 141 + ALEJANDRO + RUDY + GRAVES + FRANK X F!READER TAGS | nsfw. smut. oral (female receiving). female reader. WC | 1,029

JOHN PRICE is patient, methodical, and just a little bit sadistic - a recipe for a man who will eat you out slowly and thoroughly and string you along until he decides you deserve to cum. he’s relentless and a quick learner, and will go out of his way to learn every single way to wind you up and make you needy on his tongue. his sadism comes through when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm - teasing you about cumming so quickly, but ultimately forcing you over with a quirk of his fingers because john can never deny you anything. he likes to watch you fall apart. takes a selfish pleasure in hearing his own name tumble from your lips.

GAZ eats you out like he’s starving. intent on satisfying his needs and yours. he’s usually pretty sweet and gentle about it - paying compliments whenever he can, telling you how pretty you sound, proud that you’re falling apart so fucking easily. gaz does have a habit of withdrawing just a little when things get intense and he’s really trying to make you cum. he takes his missions very seriously and would wholly focus on finding the right rhythm of tongue and fingers. moans alongside you when you finally cum, and he always watches when you do. for gaz, there’s very little else he loves than watching your body keen on his tongue.

SOAP knows his way around a pussy. pretty experienced, and yet, he loves the thrill of learning new tricks that make you breathe out his name like a prayer. he’s very touchy - kissing your thighs, gripping your hips, letting his breath waft over your clit without actually touching you. soap likes to wind you up for the sole purpose of making you desperate - he likes it when you rock up against his face. craving more of him and seeking out what you want and soap fully lets you ride his tongue, groaning out praise as you do so. he can get a little carried away, and you’ll probably have some bruises on your hips in the morning. definitely french kisses you afterwards, making it a point to let you know just how fucking good you taste.

GHOST has the tendency to get too serious when going down on you. he mainly just tries to give it his all, wanting you to enjoy yourself. he goes quiet in the beginning but it isn’t long until ghost fully lets his walls down. groaning against your pussy, cock throbbing in his pants when your thighs lock around his head, and he gets kinda pussy drunk. you can pull at his hair, suffocate him between your thighs, moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear - he doesn’t care. not when you’re finally cumming on his fingers and ghost can’t help but remember how good you feel around his cock so he’s pulling himself away from you before you fully finish cumming and he’s tugging his pants down and…

ALEJANDRO is always very eager to eat you out any time you let him. loves getting nasty with it and making a huge mess on whatever surface he put you on. sitting on his face and riding his tongue is probably his most favorite - he just thinks there’s something very hot about having his hands on your waist, controlling the way you grind down against his mouth. and when you get close, it’s like alejandro does, too - gets very vocal to match your moans and loves to dirty talk because it always winds you up even more and you always look the most beautiful when you’re cumming with a hint of bashfulness on your face. you’ll cum hard and quick and alejandro will just keep going.

RUDOLFO is slow and sweet, taking his time to kiss every inch of skin and make sure the mood is perfect before finally giving you his mouth. asks you frequently if you’re enjoying it and has a surprisingly potent praise kink - rudy works even better when you tell him exactly how good he’s making you feel and how much you want him to make you cum. he absolutely lives for the little things, like your fingers curling into his hair or the breathless version of his name or the light squeeze of your thighs against his ears. he very purposefully builds up your orgasm at a gradual pace before letting it hit all at once - rudy is so sweet, but he gets a sick sort of pleasure from making you cum so hard, you don’t even realize he’s kissing you until you can taste yourself on his tongue.

GRAVES likes to brag that he can make you cum in under three minutes and it’s even worse knowing that he absolutely can. he gets almost aggressive in the way he eats you out - barely allowing you a break, constantly turning the tables on you, never letting you predict his next move. physical contact can soften him up though. caress his hair and face and you can convince him to slow down for a little bit, allowing himself a chance to just watch you ride his fingers. but fuck, graves loves the way you look and taste and he’ll tell you about every single detail between flicks of his tongue. his arrogance can get annoying, but when he makes you cum until you’re going blind, and then asks if he should keep going, it’s easy to forgive.

FRANK WOODS will eat you out in any way you want him to, just as long as he can - he’s not fuckin’ picky. he’ll always be wearing a cocky little grin when he gets you so completely lost, and will say something to the effect of turning you stupid. can and has used his whole arm to hold you down when he was feeling particularly cruel and you’re bucking your hips desperately. this is usually the time frank likes to mix things up, just to keep you on your toes - using a hint of teeth, adding another finger, groaning loudly against your clit. and after your orgasm, he’ll just keep pumping his fingers until you have to physically pull him off you.

[eloisyw8]

"Careful hudson, i might not stop woods next time."

"Stop what?"

[frankwoods]

Frank Woods in the Black Ops 6 Launch Trailer [x]

[vault21]

ALEX MASON & FRANK WOODS in Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Friendship bracelets for all <3

[asmogorna]

will wood: man i wish eleven from stranger things was my daughter

conventionally eleven from stranger things shaped frank iero:

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty Black Ops 6 Reveal Trailer

[illusivesoulgaming]

Some Cold War memes

[harubonnie00]

FOR THE FUTURE PT1

Status: Ongoing

Fandom: Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War

Pairing: Russell Adler, Frank Woods, Alex Mason, Helen Park x fem!reader

Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, mention of curse, childhood, flashback, military, adventure, emotional, stress, violence, sensitive.

TW: This narrative includes themes of loss of family, trauma from military violence, emotional distress, and the challenges of survival in a hostile environment. Your discretion is advised for those sensitive to these topics. If you need further assistance or details, just let me know!

Summary: A 13-year-old girl faces unimaginable loss when a military operation takes your family from you. Alone and heartbroken, you learns to survive in a world that feels both cruel and unforgiving, your spirit hardened by grief. After five years of solitude, your life takes a dramatic turn when Russell Adler, a skilled CIA operative, discovers you. Recognizing your resilience and potential, he offers you be a part of them in his team. This invitation not only provides you with a new sense of purpose but also a family your thought you had lost forever. As you trains and adapts to the world of espionage, you transforms your pain into strength, becoming an essential part of Adler’s mission to combat unseen threats.

A/N: I hope you enjoy the blend of action and emotion as our protagonist grows stronger and discovers y/n purpose alongside Adler and team. Remember, english is not my first language ! lol

Chapter 1: The Past Chapter 2: CIA Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home Chapter 4: Them

[vintagehomecollection]

The table and chairs in the dining room were designed by Wright for the house. The kitchen can be glimpsed through the open door.

The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995

[eurodynamic]

FRANK WOODS Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War (2020)

[sparklight1242]

well as long as both of you gone rogue。。

[leavemealoneplsandthx]

Okay everyone in the cod fandom thirsting over mw characters, it’s time to introduce u mfs to the black ops world cuz honestly I’m tired of the lack of appreciation and fanfics (mostly fanfics) these people get.

Lemme introduce you to some of the main baes

This mf right here is a grade a ASSHOLE but it’s why we love him. Honestly if you love effed up relationships and angst you should read some of the bell x adler fics going on. Bell is YOU. It’s the customisable character in Cold War who Russell Adler brainwashed and it’s a whole thing and it’s toxic af to pair them but I fuggin loveeee itttt (second pic posted by @adlerboi)

Alex Mason <3333 my wifey for lifey

He was brainwashed by the Soviet’s and he’s our fave lil mentally scarred old man. Seriously tho it’s criminal the lack of love this guy gets he is so handsome

Ahhh mr frank Woods. Asshole but not in the same way Russell adler is. He’s the kinda guy who would act annoyed when you ask him to hold your drink but would protect that mf with his LIFE. Would treat you right but it’s a whole ‘dick to everyone else but sweet as pie to you’ kinda vibe yk?

Miss Helen Park. Honestly we should hate her. She manipulated and brainwashed us alongside adler but would I kiss her on the lips? Maybe possibly yes. Nuff said

The CRIMINALLY underrated navy seals commander david mason. Yes he’s alex masons son yes we keep it in the family here. He has some mental scars like his father but honestly who doesn’t?! Handsome as fuck, and so kind and respectful <3 I luv him

So please guys I beg you!! Play black ops 1, 2 and Cold War so we can get some love for these guys!!

If you like the sound of it please read this fic about adler x bell omg my heart

[coffeeandcinema]

In 1963 photographer Bert Stern photographed some of the top actors/actresses at the height of their fame playing their dream roles for a photo series in LIFE magazine's December 20, 1963 issue.

Cary Grant as Charlie Chaplin's Tramp / Audrey Hepburn as Pearl White in 'Perils of Pauline' / Tony Curtis & Natalie Wood as Rudolph Valentino and Vilma Bánky in 'The Sheik' / Paul Newman as a Douglas Fairbanks Sr. swashbuckler / Frank Sinatra & Dean Martin as Judah Ben-Hur and Messala from 'Ben-Hur' / Bing Crosby & Bob Hope as 1930s gangsters / Jack Lemmon as a war pilot / Shirley MacLaine as one of Busby Berkeley's showgirls / Rock Hudson as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.