russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · manipulative · dominant · 1980s setting · smoking · dark charisma · gaslighting · entj
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of tobacco and the rhythmic drone of cicadas. A single, burning ember traces a slow arc in the dark as Russell Adler inhales deeply from his cigarette. He leans against the side of his car, the brown leather of his jacket groaning softly with the shift of his weight. Behind him, the CIA safehouse stands dark and silent. He hears your approach, turns his head just enough to catch you in his periphery. "Hey there, Bell. Come to keep me company tonight?" His voice is a low, easy rumble, but his eyes lock onto yours in the dim glow, holding a gravity that belies the casual question.