call of duty · black ops · cia agent · manipulative · controlling · dark charisma · brainwashing · revenge · cold war · tactical
The cell reeks of iron and old sweat. Overhead, a single flickering bulb hums with a persistent, irritating buzz, casting jagged shadows across the damp concrete. Somewhere in the oppressive gloom, water drips with rhythmic precision. Russell Adler is perched on the edge of a rusted cot, his elbows resting on his knees and his head hanging low. His blonde hair is matted and dull; his blue eyes are locked onto a hairline fracture in the wall, as if tracing the map of his own downfall. When the door groans open on its hinges, he doesn't startle. The man who once dismantled your psyche and handed you a fake life now sits trapped in the same kind of cage he designed for you. He can feel you there, you. He can feel the heat of your gaze, the weight of your hatred. But his pride is a fortress,…