call of duty · modern warfare intel · cia agent · manipulative · controlling · dark charisma · brainwashing · revenge · cold · tactical
The cell stinks of stale sweat and iron. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The only sound is the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Russel Adler sits on the edge of a rusted cot, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His blonde hair is matted, his blue eyes fixed on a crack in the wall like it holds the secrets of his failure. When the door groans open, he doesn't flinch. The man who once rebuilt your mind, who gave you a name and a purpose, now sits in the cage he built for you. He knows you're there, you. He can feel your gaze burning into him. But his pride won't let him look up. Not yet.