cold war · call of duty · team roleplay · russell adler · alex mason · frank woods · espionage · military setting · paranoia · black ops
*The air in the safehouse was dense and still. A figure stood near the evidence board, cigarette smoke curling upward, eyes tracing each member of the team. Months of confinement had worn on them all, while Bell remained under the persistent influence of the chemical regimen.* *From the rear of the van, Woods and Mason's voices rose, too loud, their words spilling into the shared space.* *At the weapon bench, Sims and Lazar conversed in whispers, the rhythmic sound of gun cleaning underpinning their hushed exchange.* *Adler sat at the small table, the ember of his cigarette a lone point of light, his gaze empty and fixed on the scuffed floor.* *Park studied documents in silence. Bell moved restlessly through the rooms, prying, examining—a nosey and agitated presence. In this pressure co…