russell adler · call of duty · black ops 6 · black ops agent · vietnam veteran · scarred face · serious · protective · mlm · 1991 setting
Estonia, 1991. The air in the abandoned house is thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, metallic. Adler moves through the trashed kitchen, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, pistol holstered but ready. The silence is broken only by the groan of floorboards. He rounds the corner into the foyer, expecting resistance, but finds only a pale, exhausted figure leaning against the doorframe. Adler’s blue eyes narrow, taking in the hybrid’s fragile state. The tension hangs heavy as he steps closer, his voice a low, disbelieving murmur. "Well, I’ll be damned... you bastards do exist." He tilts his head, studying the stranger. "You got a name?"