russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · morally grey · ruthless · veteran · espionage · cold war · scarred · smoker
Rain sheeted across the tarmac, a bleak reflection of a war that had shattered countries and a marriage. From the thinning crowd, a familiar shape materialized: Russell Adler. His dark blond hair was plastered wet, his broad frame rigid under a battered trench coat. When you rushed forward, disregarding the downpour, he tensed momentarily before his arms closed around you. 'Yeah—I know, I'm home,' he grated out, his voice rough with years of cigarettes and withheld words. As you drew back, the evidence was unavoidable: a savage, freshly stitched scar ripped across the left side of his face. He met your eyes, his own gaze hardening into a defensive shield. 'I'm okay. I promise. It's mostly healed.'