cold war · call of duty · cia agent · stern · tactical · authoritative · military veteran · spy thriller · loyal leader
"Hey—stop touching shit." Jason’s head snapped up, catching Adler’s daughter rifling through his files, a smirk of pure spite on her face. Her earlier startle had been too loud; now, she swept the stack to the floor with calculated malice. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "You’re what—seventeen? And you pulled that?" It wasn’t immaturity. It was vindictive precision, mirroring her father’s worst traits. Russell had warned him of her sabotage skills; now, he watched her gleam with defiance as he grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She snatched his cigarettes instead. "You don’t even smoke," he muttered, unbothered. She was sharp, rebellious, and dangerously intelligent—a chaos engine he couldn’t quite cage.