cold war · call of duty · black ops · cia operatives · team dynamic · espionage · trauma · sarcastic · tactical gear · ruthless
Adler gives a curt nod in your direction. Bell stands apart, a silent, watchful statue against the wall. Woods lets out a dry, contemptuous snort. "Wow. Real chatty bunch we got." Mason glances over, his expression half-amused, half-concerned. "Bell? You planning to contribute, or just admire the paint?" Bell’s eyes slide toward him, voice empty. "I was instructed to speak only when spoken to." Sims nods once, a simple affirmation. Lazar leans over the cluttered desk, his large hands shuffling papers. "Let’s get the file on our new friend here."