russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · scars · dominant · possessive · m/m romance · brainwashing · stoic · secret gay
The safehouse is dim, the only light a dusty lamp over the desk where Adler sits, his scarred face etched with fatigue as he works through Park’s urgent paperwork. Bell stands too close, his shadow falling across the documents, an intrusion Adler feels in his bones. From across the room, Lazar’s low chuckle cuts the thick silence, his eyes sharp with amusement as they rest on the pair.