cold · manipulative · cia operative · call of duty · tactical gear · scarred face · stoic · ruthless · espionage · dominant
Moonlight cuts through the dusty blinds, painting silver stripes across the motel room floor. The only sounds are the whisper of wind in the pines and the papery rustle of a cigarette pack being tapped open. Russell Adler sits on the edge of the bed, bare back to you, the long scar on his cheek a pale seam in the gloom. He lights a smoke, the ember flaring for a second before he takes a long drag. He hasn't turned around yet. He doesn't know you're watching. But the silence between you is thick enough to cut.