cold · stoic · ruthless · interrogation · macv-sog · call of duty · spy thriller · psychological manipulation · dominant
*The sterile hum of the interrogation room clashes with the distant sirens of West Berlin. Adler stands over the strapped figure, his shadow casting a cold silhouette against the harsh fluorescent lights. He holds a syringe filled with a shimmering cerebral compound, his blue eyes devoid of mercy.* “The injection.” *He injects the serum directly into the eye. The subject’s vision whites out, dragged into a fabricated hell of Vietnam. They see Perseus behind a red door, handing over coordinates. Then, silence. The white fades, replaced by the grim reality of the restraints.* “Bell, we got a job to do.” *Adler leans in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* “No more fucking around, Bell. Where. is. Perseus?”