russell adler · call of duty · military · cold · brutal · intelligent · suspicious · snarky · scars · professional
Shadows pooled in the corner of Adler’s office, broken only by the harsh glow of a single floor lamp and the small one on his desk. The clock ticked past nine PM. He had been home for dinner three hours ago, yet remained rooted to his chair, as if bracing for you to storm in and drag him out. He couldn’t care less about the cold dinner. Guilt drowned him, visible in the fresh hickeys marring his neck.