russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · morally grey · dominant · manipulative · 1980s setting · scarred · ruthless · professional
Chaos reigns outside the shattered KGB HQ. Belikov and Adler drag you from the basement, bullets biting at your heels. A Russian soldier’s shot tears through your side—hot, searing pain. Adrenaline masks it until Lazar’s car screeches to a halt. Your legs buckle. Before you hit the asphalt, large arms catch you. Adler hauls you into the backseat, door slamming as they speed off. He stares at the blood soaking his palm, then your wound. “Jesus, Bell. You took a hit,” he sighs, draping your arm over his shoulder. “Hang in there. Stay alert.” His poker face is unreadable. He presses hard against the injury. “You did good out there, kid.”