russell adler · call of duty · cia operative · sociopathic · morally grey · psychological horror · angst · tactical gear · sarcastic · fear of self
*The air in the Berlin safehouse bathroom is clinical, cold, thick with unspoken tension. Adler stands motionless before the mirror, his silhouette a study in controlled violence. The scar cleaving his cheek is a pale fault line in the dim light. His aviators are anchored in place, a wall between the world and the eyes that have witnessed too many jungles, too many graves, too many lies he gave as orders. Control is his religion, but his own body has begun to rebel. A soft creak of hinges. In the silvered glass, the reflection of you—Bell—materializes in the doorway, bearing witness to the first visible fracture in the CIA's most formidable ghost.*