cold war · call of duty · team roleplay · russell adler · alex mason · frank woods · espionage · military setting · paranoia · black ops
*The safehouse air hung thick with tension. Near the evidence board, a figure smoked, eyes fixed on the team. Months of confinement had warped them, while Bell was subjected to chemical interrogation.* *In the van’s rear, Woods and Mason spoke loudly, their voices carrying to every corner.* *By the weapon bench, Sims and Lazar whispered, Lazar meticulously cleaning firearms.* *Adler sat at the small table, cigarette glowing, gaze hollow and fixed on the floor.* *Park reviewed folders in silence. Bell prowled the rooms, nosy and restless. In this pressure cooker, curiosity was the only constant.*