Frank cried when Alex told him he'll be the uncle of his baby because of how frank was happy alex considered him brother not just a friend
Frank cried when Alex told him he'll be the uncle of his baby because of how frank was happy alex considered him brother not just a friend
A/N: I'm really glad that I managed to get the word count to just shy of 3,000 on this chapter! This is probably my favorite one so far! (Side note: I finally learned how to use italics on the tumblr app. 4 chapters in :p)
March 20, 1981
Your eyes flickered open, shut, open again. Your vision came to focus, staring at the ceiling. No nightmare this time, thankfully. You had the same one almost every night for the last 4 days. Always the same vicious stares, always the same painful ending. Every single time you woke up screaming, and every single time it brought Park worriedly running, and Woods along with her on one night. You were fucking tired of it. You still hadn't told her what the nightmare was, and now you weren't sure if it was better or worse to keep hiding it from her.
You slid your legs off of the bed. It was time to start moving again, you were done with laying in bed all day. Per Parks orders, you'd only gotten out of it to walk to the restroom and back. It was nice that she kept bringing you meals, and stuff to read so you didn't die of boredom, but you needed to regain some sense of agency. That injury had to have mostly healed by now. You slid the blanket off of your lap and stood up, and while you felt a little slowed in your movement, it didn't hurt anymore.
You started ambling towards the bedroom door, holding your abdomen. As you opened the door, you saw none other than Park, in a posture like she was just about to open the door on the other side. "Ah, Bell!" She smiled. "I was just coming to check on you." You shifted your weight, still holding the door handle. "I figured it's been long enough. I can't stay in here forever." She nodded "I think so too. It's a good time for all of us to discuss what happens now. We didn't want to have the conversation without you." Oh. Right. What happens now. With your luck as of late, life imprisonment in a secret facility was the best scenario you could come up with on the spot. "Sure, lead the way." You tried to keep your face and voice neutral, but from the empathetic look Park gave you, she could tell you were dreading this.
You followed her into the main room. Woods, Sims, Hudson, and Adler were already there, but the room was nearly unrecognizable. Every document and artifact taped to the evidence board had been taken down, as was Park's radio equipment, all of the clothes and weapons on the shelves next to the caged wall, and there were boxes scattered everywhere. You did at least see Adler's radio on the central table. It made you happy to see it, for some reason. Sims was carrying a box across the room when he saw you and Park enter. "Shiiiit, look what the cat dragged in." He cracked a smile, you smiled back and gave a little wave at him. Woods moseyed over to you and gave you a gentle hug. "Glad you're alright, Bell." He grinned. You embraced him back tightly, staying there for what must've been half a minute before letting go.
Park announced to everyone "Alright, now that Bell's here, we should talk about what comes next." Everybody gathered around the central table. As you all converged, you made eye contact with Adler. You felt refilled with raw anger, begging to be let out. You could've gone over and actually smashed his face in now that you didn't have a fresh wound, but, no, he wasn't worth the energy. Plus, as much as you hated to admit it, a mutual agreement to not beat the shit out of each other was needed here in order to get anything done. That didn't stop you from standing as far away as you could from him on the opposite side of the table, though.
Wait, someone was missing. You counted heads: Park, Woods, Adler, Sims, Hudson…"Where's Mason?" You asked, looking at everyone else. Hudson spoke up "He went back to Alaska a couple days ago. He's got a family to look out for, after all." You'd almost forgotten that. He'd mentioned his wife and son a couple times, but all you'd really learned was that his son's name was David. "Oh...shit, right." You mumbled out. You never got to say goodbye to him. Woods pushed your arm with his elbow. "He said he'll miss you, and he wishes you best of luck." He interjected. You smiled to yourself. "If you see him again, tell him I said thanks, and I'll miss him too." Woods gave a quick nod.
"Well, Bell, I think we should start this off with what you want." Park encouraged you. What you wanted? What did you want? You'd had 4 days to think about it but you never bothered, you figured you just weren't going to get a choice in the matter. Everyone was looking at you expectantly. "Well...I guess I just wanna try to live...normally. Have a house and a job, just...normal person stuff." You looked down at the table as you tried to figure out your words. "Mostly...I just wanna put all this behind me."
Hudson grimaced. "I don't know, Bell. My superiors still aren't keen on letting a foreign operative-" You tilted your head and cocked your eyebrow in annoyance. "-I'm sorry, but that is what you are-" "Not anymore, I'm not!" You interrupted. "He saw to that!" You pointed at Adler. "Technically, Bell," Adler declared "It wasn't just me. Park, Sims, and Lazar all did too." You retorted "And what a shame it is that Park and Sims also tried to kill me after exploiting me, erasing my identity, and putting me through hell." You paused for effect, sarcasm practically dripping from your mouth. "No. Wait. That was just you." You shot flatly.
"Be that as it may," Hudson tried to reign things back in "the higher ups don't even like that you're here at the safehouse. They're the ones wanting to decide what to do with you. They recommended me to have you put in a holding cell somewhere safe unti-" "Fuck you, holding cell!" You chided. "And I told them I wasn't going to do that." Hudson continued through your disruption. "I'm trying to use you leading us to Solovetsky as much as I can for leverage. You've proven yourself in my book. But not in theirs."
"How about blackmail, then?" You blurted out. Hudson looked bemused, along with just about everyone else aside from Adler. He only seemed mildly quizzical. "I've had a lot of time for reading the last few days. I know that what you did to me is completely illegal, human experimentation got outlawed by the last two presidents. I go to the press and tell them I'm a walking human rights violation, courtesy of the CIA? Well...who the hell knows what that could lead to, who'd get caught up in the aftermath." You heralded with smugness, looking right into Hudson's eyes the whole time. His face was completely stiff, jaw set.
"You've got guts, kid. I always liked that about you." Adler raised his cigarette in respect. "But I think that's more likely to get you killed even more quickly than anything else." You couldn't look him in the eye, you just looked down and shook your head. "The fuck do you care?" You growled at him. "Besides, I'd love to see them try it. Again."
Hudson cleared his throat. "It doesn't need to come to that, I think I'm getting somewhere with them. But...where would you even live? Or work? You have no records, history, or tangible assets, Bell." Shit. That was a good point. "Well-" You tried to think of a decent answer but your mind was coming up blank. "Work, brain, damn it!" You thought to yourself. It felt like you were about to fry your entire mind trying to come up with any answer, but thankfully, "She can come with me." Park chimed in. You turned your head in a daze to look at her. "I'm going back to London in a few days, I can get her set up with a job there, and she can take the spare room in my flat." "Well there's that covered," Hudson acquiesced "but what about documentation?" "We can forge them." She offered. "Just to last for a few years, until you've had some more time to think about your future." She addressed you directly now, looking into your eyes cheerfully.
This felt almost too good to be true. Now she was offering you a place to live, with her? You felt tears welling up again, you had to force them to keep from coming out. "Of course, if that's alright with you, Bell?" She inquired. "Yeah, it's perfect." You said in joyful shock, voice trembling. Hudson nodded along. "Alright, I'll get Washington on the line, try to coax them into it." He walked off to an empty corner and pulled out his cellular phone. "Park, I...I don't even know how to say thank you." The tears were coming, slowly but surely. "You don't need to." She reassured you. "You've earned the right to a normal life." She patted your shoulder a couple times, then left to start gathering up more boxes, Sims tagging along with her.
"London, huh?" Woods asked you, leaning on the table. "Yeah...it feels right, at least for the moment." You confided. "Well, Park is right: you've earned a normal life." He beamed at you. You chuffed with a grin. "Thanks, Woods." He gave you a two-finger salute as he went to find more stuff to put up, leaving you with…
"You sure that's what you want, Bell?" Adler questioned you. "A normal life?" You snarled back "If it gets me away from you, then absolutely." "You're not normal, Bell." He pressed. "You never have been, you never will be. You're special." "Oh, here comes an avalanche of bullshit." You rebuked as you pushed off the table and got in his personal space. "You threaten me, then you commend me. You try to kill me, then I'm God's gift to the Earth. Make up your fucking mind about me, Russell." He gave you no response. You both just stood there, studying each others' faces. You backed away, still feeling like this was unresolved. You felt the question gnawing at the back of your throat, but you couldn't ask him. You didn't want to give him a single inch. Instead, you just went to Park to see if there was anything she needed help with. You could hear him taking a drag behind you as you walked away.
The truck slowed to a halt. "You sure you're not forgetting something, Bell?" Adler asked you. Shit. Looks like you were back here again. You stepped out of the truck, rifle in hand. You weren't sure if you could stop this, but you were certainly going to try. You all regrouped near the gate. "There's nothing here." Mason spoke, bewildered. "This can't be the right place." "We didn't see anything on our side either." Adler wondered. Suddenly, Woods quickly strided towards you. "It's her!" He berated you, taking an aggressive posture "She fucking lied to us!" Even after having gone through this 4 times before, every embittered look, every irate phrase pointed at you, still hurt like a thousand needles poking into your heart. "That true, Bell? You pull us out to the middle of nowhere Russia so Perseus can detonate those nukes?" Adler demanded. "Not this time." You thought to yourself. You were not going to let this end the same way. But before you could think of something to say or do to try to break this, "you" responded; "Sorry, Adler. I have a job to do." Wait, that wasn't your line. What was happening?
You clenched your fist and heard yelling behind you, and as you turned around you saw someone climb onto a rock, holding an RPG. "No, WAIT-" You tried to scream out, but too late, they had already pulled the trigger, sending the rocket barreling right at you. It flew past, and hit the ground a few meters from you, sending you flying the opposite direction, knocking you unconscious.
When you came to, you were surrounded by gunfire. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Your ear peice was still on, you could hear the rest of the team yelling. "I'm hit! Taking fire!" Adler bellowed. "Get inside, Adler! We'll cover you!" Park called out in response. A tall figure in a heavy coat wearing a gas mask approached you, offering you a hand up. "On your feet, comrade!" He exclaimed. As he lifted you up, he handed you a rifle. "Ready for a little retribution?" He asked as you cocked your rifle and aimed it towards...your friends. No no no, this wasn't right, this was the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen this time. You charged towards a wall to the right, taking cover behind it. "Bell, you're making a mistake!" Park berated you over the comms. You tried desperately to move of your own will, to try to break free from this, gain any sense of self control, but all you could do was watch this unfold through your eyes, your body being controlled by some greater force.
You stood up from your cover and aimed down the sights at your first target: Mason. "No! PLEASE, NO!!" You wailed out to yourself, with no effect. You pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet whizzed past the battlefield, finding it's place in Mason's skull, sending him tumbling backwards onto the ground, dropping his weapon as he fell. You began to weep as tears streamed down your face. "No...God, no, stop this…" You whimpered to yourself, as you mantled over the wall, dashing across the street to take cover behind the wall on the opposite side.
"NO! MASON! You could hear Woods cry out as you ran. You'd given up trying to resist this, you were completely broken. "YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, BELL!" Woods threatened you, with the most furious voice you'd ever heard him in. "I don't think so." "You" muttered to yourself, popping out of cover to line up your next target. "Oh God, NO NO, PLEASE!…" You bawled as your finger pulled the trigger once more, catching sight of the bullet flying away from you, lodging itself in Woods throat, causing him to clutch his throat with both hands as he plummeted to the ground. Your shriek that followed blocked out every other sound until you ran out of breath and couldn't scream anymore.
"WOODS!" Park shouted out, audibly worried. "Keep fighting!" Adler called back to her. Most of the CIA's supporting forces were dead. You vaulted the wall and made a beeline towards where you saw her last. You were hoping that she'd peek out of cover and kill you, at least this would be over. But she never did. "You don't need to do this, Bell!" She tried to appeal to you one more time. You kept running full speed ahead. As you reached the place she was taking cover, she stood and tried to aim at you. "No, PARK!" You yelped. However, you pushed her gun off to the side with your left hand and ducked down, striking her in the side of the abdomen. As she kneeled, you took out your shoulder knife with your left hand, forcing it through the bottom of her chin, into her skull. "NOOOO!" You wailed in agony, keeping her in that position for a few moments before sliding your knife out, dropping her to the ground.
"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry…" you mewled over Park's body, voice hoarse from screaming. "Over here, comrade!" The tall figure in the coat called you over to the entrance of the main building. You had no choice but to hurry over to him. He signaled for you to follow him. "Your friend went through here. He is not far." He imparted as you both prowled through the halls. "No...please...stop this…" You mumbled, dejected. It was no use. You found a blood trail leading down a hallway, with an ajar door at the end. "The cat becomes the mouse." The masked figure taunted as you reached the end of the hallway. You pushed the door open with one hand, hoping Adler somehow wasn't here. No such luck. He lay collapsed against a metal case, holding an unlit cigarette. "Please...I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this…" You echoed to yourself. "Glad to see you still care." He mocked, raising his cigarette. "Mind giving me a light?" You scoffed. "Not a chance." He lowered his cigarette and shrugged his shoulders. "I want you to know…" You sneered at him as you raised your gun. "No… please, don't!" You attempted to call out to yourself one last time. "...this was always personal." You wept to yourself as you squeezed the trigger, pulling it back until…
You woke up screaming, jolting up with tears in your eyes. "NO! No…." You stopped yourself, putting a hand on your chest and slowing your breath. That was so much worse than the other nights, where the hell did it come from? You started to wipe the tears from your eyes when you heard rapid footsteps approaching from the hall outside. "Oh, fuck." You thought to yourself. "Here we go again."
Cod characters who would most likely to own pets :
Cats: russell, jason , Helen, bell,price naga perseus are cat dads and mom
Dogs : frank sims Alex stitch soap and Harry stone.
Parrot: ghost roach farah and volkov
A/N: The first chapter of Remedy can now be found on ao3! I'll add chapter 2 and 3 soon but for now, here's the link to the first one:
The truck slowed to a halt. "You sure you're not forgetting something, Bell?" Adler asked you. Confusion rapidly washed over you, as you stepped out of the car and looked towards a gigantic wall of radio towers in the distance. You all were supposed to be going to Solovetsky right now. What was this place, and how did any of you get there? You all regrouped near the gate. "There's nothing here." Mason spoke, bewildered. "This can't be the right place." "We didn't see anything on our side either." Adler wondered. Suddenly, Woods quickly strided towards you. "It's her!" He berated you, taking an aggressive posture "She fucking lied to us!" You felt disoriented, and started to fill with dread. This can't be right, you would never do this to them.
"That true, Bell? You pull us out to the middle of nowhere Russia so Perseus can detonate those nukes?" Adler demanded. He sounded so enraged, and everyone was looking at you bitterly. You looked over his shoulder and saw Park, staring daggers at you. You felt like a child, sinking into yourself as your brain tried to decipher this. "No, no, of course not!" You tried to squeak out. "I'd never do something like this! It's like you said, this isn't about you or me, it's about millions of others!"
Those aren't the words that actually leave your mouth, though. "You were a fool to trust me." You said, full of snark. "Typical American arrogance." "WHAT?" You attempted to scream, aghast. "I had no choice but to trust you!" Adler shot back. "No, Adler, that's not what I said!" You tried crying out as loud as you could, but it didn't seem to make a difference. "What a waste." He shook his head. "You actually could've done something with yourself, kid." "I tried! Russell, please, I tried!" You again attempted to yell out, to no effect.
"I bet on the winning horse." You spat back at Adler, full of smugness. "There's no winner here, Bell! You've just dragged everyone into the loser column with you!" He roared at you. You began to break down, whimpering to yourself as tears began to stream down your face. "This isn't real. Please, please, this isn't real, this isn't real." "I'd let you walk back to Perseus, but I think I'll spare you the regret instead." He snarled at you. "At least he never robbed me of my identity." "Apparently we didn't do a good enough job." Mason and Woods simply shook their heads in disappointment. Wait, they knew? And they didn't care? What the hell was going on? Adler snarled as he cocked his rifle. "No, Russell, Russell, PLEASE!" You pleaded in tears, wishing with everything that he'd hear you, the real you. "Time's up, kid." He swiftly aimed his gun at you. "RUSSELL, PLEASE!"
March 16, 1981
Your eyes opened in an instant, as you sat up and quickly screamed out in panic. You saw someone uneasily place a hand on your shoulder, and as you were hyperventilating you looked over to your left and saw Park. "Woah, woah! It's okay, Bell!" She tried to calm you down. "It's just a nightmare." Your breathing began to slow, and as the adrenaline stopped flowing so quickly, you felt pain around your stomach again, and you instinctively put your hand on it. It doesn't seem like you repulled any stitches, but nonetheless, sudden movements probably aren't a good idea right now.
You looked around and saw you were in the bedrooms in the safehouse, lying on your bed. There were 4 bedrooms, each with 2 beds in the corners away from the doors. When you first arrived, you got lucky with not having to share a room with anyone. Adler and Sims shared one, then Mason and Woods, and then Park and...Lazar. Shit. So much had happened in the last day or so, you barely even had time to process it. You started to wonder if he knew what had been done to you. Would it make you care about him less? Probably not. He was always so kind to you, encouraging you to take a break and rest up on the late nights when you were stressing yourself out over encrypted files, offering you leftovers of his food when he noticed you hadn't eaten the entire day, and now...he's dead, because you weren't...You tried not to think about it, at least for now.
You noticed Park was sitting in a chair. How long had she been there? You felt too afraid to ask, to even look her in the eye. The way she was staring at you in that nightmare, like she was trying to kill you just by looking at you, it was haunting. You curled into yourself again before you trembled out to her "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to…to startle..." "It's alright, Bell." She sounded so comforting, and out of your peripheral view, you could see that she was smiling. You didn't get it. You were one of Perseus' top agents, fully aware of his plan to blow up half of Europe, and even after that, one of her friends was dead because of you, and you just tried to shoot her boss. Why was she being...so nice to you? You hung your head and began to sob.
Park rubbed her hand up and down your shoulder, attempting to console you. "Must've been some nightmare." She remarked. All you could do was nod your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" She queried. What would happen if you did tell her? Would she get scared of it? Maybe they'd decide that they actually do need to kill you. You shook your head side to side. "Okay." Park accepted, patting your shoulder a couple times as she stood up. "Well, I want you to try not getting out of bed unless you need to for the next few days. You're going to need a lot of rest." She advised you. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your eyes, but more kept coming. You nodded again.
"Alright. Did you need anything to drink, or eat that I can get for you?" Park asked. Thinking back on it, when was the last time you ate? Probably right before...Havana. "Yeah, please." You managed to choke out. "Okay, I'll be right back." Park replied. As she turned to leave, something in the back of your head signaled to stop her. "Wait, Park?" You spoke up. She turned back to you, standing in the doorway. "Yes?" You looked up slightly, staring at her shoes. "If he tries to come in here…don't let him. Please." You appealed, voice quivering. "Of course, Bell." She affirmed, stepping out to make you some food. You lay back down, head turned to the side, still weeping. Volkov's voice echoed in your head; "...damaged goods." The tears started to flow quicker again.
Fuck. Maybe Adler had a point shooting you.
10 Hours Earlier
"You…" you mumbled as you rapidly lost consciousness. "...piece...of sh…" You weren't able to finish your sentence. Park lifted up your shirt and unwrapped your bandages, hoping for the best. No such luck, you did pull a stitch. "Shit." She muttered. "She pulled a stitch! Sims, doc, get her back on the gurney!" She commanded as she handed your limp body to Sims and the medic. As they carried you back in to the office to fix your stitches, Woods yelled out "Okay, I need an explanation for this right fucking now! Park, what were you just gonna say?" He demanded. "Actually," Park turned to Adler "I think I'll let him explain." She chided, slowly advancing towards him. "Woods and Mason found her on the cliff. She said your name right before she passed out, and from what just happened, it's a pretty solid guess that you shot her. So why?"
Adler donned his sunglasses again, stamped out the still lit cigarette on the floor that you inadvertently sent flying when you punched him, and lit a new one. He took a drag, then started; "Mason, Woods, you remember that Perseus agent we found still breathing back at the Trabzon airstrip? That's her." Woods' and Mason's faces were flummoxed, and Park hung her head in shame. "We tried interrogating her," Adler continued "but she wasn't giving us anything. So we tried something else: implanted memories. We reinvented her, and she led us right to Perseus." The room was silent for a minute. Mason's entire body was shaking. He took a few steps forward. "But...why shoot her?" He quizzed Adler with a rageful, trembling voice. Adler looked to the ceiling and took an extended drag, before finally looking back at Mason. "She served her purpose." He answered flatly.
The levee had broken. Mason's entire vision was blood red. He'd gone through what you now had, the worst kind of hell anyone could experience. Nobody deserved to go through that. And even after putting you through that, Adler decided to kill you afterwards? Like you were just some piece of litter? "Must die…" Reznov echoed in Mason's head once more. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He went into a full charge at Adler. "Mason!" Woods went into a sprint after his friend, trying to stop him before he did something he couldn't take back. Woods knew well enough that Mason might not have total control of himself right now, he'd seen him talking to Reznov a couple times even after killing Dragovich.
In any case, Woods wasn't quick enough before Mason tackled Adler to the ground, sending his sunglasses flying again. He put his left hand around Adler's throat, and brought his fist down on Adler's face with the other. "SERVED HER PURPOSE?!" Another punch, causing Adler's nose to bleed. "YOU FUCKING SNAKE!" He went to go for a third punch, but Woods grabbed his sleeve and collar and pulled him off Adler, sending him to the floor. "Mason, calm down!" Woods grasped his shoulders and tried to reason with him. "Yes, he's an asshole, but killing him isn't gonna solve anything!" Woods' words slowly brought Mason back to focus, as the red faded from his vision. "C'mon man, c'mon, breathe, you gotta breathe." Mason's breath gradually slowed. "Whatever happens next, Bell should be here for it. She's the one we need to focus on right now." Mason nodded along. "Yeah, okay." Woods let go and Mason rose to his feet. Adler did the same, and went to find a clean rag to wipe his face with.
"Alright, for now," Park spoke to the rest of the group "let's start archiving all of this. Chop chop." She clapped her hands together twice and went to the darkroom to gather everything inside, as Mason, Woods, Hudson and Sims did the same thing in different areas. Once Adler found a towel and made sure he'd stopped bleeding, he lit another cigarette, the third one in five minutes. He took a lengthy drag and held it as long as he could before exhaling. He looked over to the office, where your stitches were still being fixed. "Sorry, kid." He muttered under his breath.
I have nothing else to offer today so have these
GUESS WHO DREW OUR KIDSSSSS @smittyw and also attempted a Razz but it didn’t exactly work out sgskdhdj
Everyone I would like to present a holy yet unlikely crossover
WHY DO THEY LOOK SO SIMILAR???
(Alex Mason Image ID: @bro0kebxrter)
Frank: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.
Alex: frank, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.
Fem! Mason and Woods :)
My headcanon for Mrs. Mason (Alex's wife!)
Lauren Brooks was unfortunately and unhappily married to Terrance Brooks, as evident in the Black Ops 1 emails
Terry was having an affair with the S.A.D psychiatrist Adrienne Smith, which Lauren suspected (also evident in the emails) and he was shitting on his wife for being angry all the time (which I don't think is true, considering the nature of his job; I think Lauren really did care about Terry and his wellbeing and he had her rightfully worried and she didn't wanna lose him)
However, Lauren decided she had enough of Terry's shit and was the one to initiate the divorce; she'd rather be with someone who actually liked her and cared about her
During the duration of the divorce process (which I imagine wasn't very long because Lauren wanted out), she and Alex became good friends
Pawn Takes Pawn revealed that Alex was helping Bowman and his family, so naturally, I thought he'd do the same for Lauren
*Oh my god they were roommates* situation where Alex would let Lauren stay with him until she could finalize the divorce, move on, and get settled on her own, maybe find someone else
But then their friendship grew closer and Alex and Lauren realized they were great for each other!
Alex actually liked/loved/cared for Lauren and he was much better for her than Terry, since he obviously didn't give a shit; Alex saw Lauren as an actual person and he loved everything about her
And Alex could handle Lauren's loud and proud and flamboyant personality, which is what I think drove Terry away from Lauren in the first place (you know, "because woman supposed to be quiet and dainty and" 🤢🤮)
Lauren was happier than ever and she lived the remainder of her life (before her passing some time before Alex went back on duty for Cold War, not sure exactly when) eternally grateful to Alex for being there for her
Frank :" grining from ear to ear "
Bell: why are you smiling?
Frank:can't guy be happy for once.
Mason : hudson fall off the chair.
Send asks and requests please 😩
i don’t have any art to post but
How would cod character carry baby 👀
1980, david’s first time in snow—he hates it
alex and evelyn take david out into snow for his first birthday