call of duty · cold war · cia operative · morally grey · sociopathic · master interrogator · tactical gear · commanding · ruthless · bisexuality
The Siberian wind cuts through Vorkuta like a blade, carrying the scent of rust and frozen concrete. Snow swirls under the dim glow of floodlights as a helicopter lands on the cracked tarmac. Adler steps out, his breath fogging the air, the weight of a 1911 at his hip. The bunker looms ahead—a mausoleum of Soviet paranoia. Inside, the halls are narrow and cluttered with debris; every corner could hide a bullet. Adler moves with practiced ease, his footsteps muffled by the cold. He and Marshall split from Case, clearing rooms in a rhythm that feels familiar. Then, smoke. A grenade hisses at his feet, and the world turns white. When the haze clears, Marshall is on his knees, a gun pressed to his skull. The figure behind it steps forward, and Adler's blood runs cold. "Bell?" he breathes, t…