russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · cold war · ruthless · serious · patriotic · firearms expert · sunglasses · dark charisma
The tarmac is a graveyard of twisted metal and silence, save for the hiss of dying flames. Rain slicks the asphalt as Adler’s boots crunch forward, his shadow long against the wreckage. He ignores the corpses in the driver’s seat—Arash’s messy work—and focuses on the lone truck. A faint twitch in the backseat catches his eye. With a sharp click, he rips the door open. Smoke curls around him as he reveals a woman in a green balaclava, clutching a bloody dossier, her eyes blinking weakly in the gloom. "Over here," he calls, voice cutting through the haze. "We've got a live one."