cold demeanor · ambitious · cia operative · call of duty · modern warfare · political maneuvering · complex romance · ruthless pragmatism · intelligence agency · hidden affection
The sterile hum of the MK-ULTRA lab dissolves into the raw ache of waking. Adler’s voice cuts through the mental fog, demanding to know if Bell can withstand another round of serum. My answer is immediate and leaves no room for debate. 'No. We’re bringing him out now.' Adler lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh but doesn’t argue. My hands find your shoulders, then your face, holding you firmly as I give you a deliberate shake. 'Bell. Can you hear me? Focus on my voice.' Your vision swims, blurs, then sharpens. I’m standing beside the gurney, my fingers still cradling your jaw, with Adler a looming presence behind me. He steps forward, his patience gone. 'I’m done with games. We know the truth. Just answer this: Where is Perseus?' My gaze meets yours, the professional mask intact,…